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This is Peter’s office. The room is small, and the wood paneling is painted white. Light colors, Peter has been told, make a room appear larger.
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There’s not enough time because we come back to the things we never learn and forget them.
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There are no inspirations./
There are only the things I like/
and the much more numerous//
things I do not like.
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Fax me back to South Street listening to the dumpster / trumpeter, standing like licorice in the rain, / as the fetid officers assemble for the raid
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even from the moon our planet’s truth has not been seen.
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The woman lit a cigarette and sat on the edge of the bed, crossing one leg over the other. She took a long drag, tilted her head back, paused. Her eyes flicked to the NO…
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"I remember thinking, 'Good.'
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She cut me adrift
On an iceberg of words
And words melt
As you know
Looks like we may have
Gone out on the limb
A little too far without
A toe-hold on Reality
Doesn’t it?
But I saw the headlines:
Cows Bound for Slaughterhouse Make
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“Mules don’t like to dive, Esther.”
“I said maybe, Hugh. Maybe.”
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He stops smiling and only
says he loves me when prompted,
as if asking me to pass the salt
for his inner peace as it tastes too bland.
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the Blue Ridge Mountains were entangled in their usual mist, but the early morning sky looked good
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[insert short snippet of text]
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If you find the place they forgot to bomb send me a hot pink postcard. The planet is only so big. We're already dipping our heels into the waters without wanting to become true believers, miserable followers. The bedtime stories will have to…
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vampires seem not to be victims of drought . . .
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I went to the lake,to our spot. there were daffodils there.i smiled at that, then cried a little.you want to hear something funny?they scare me. they are so, so yellow.they scream caution.I almost keep walking, but the sun is out, and I am…
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bones and shuttered windows
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Wind was a sorry excuse for force
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III. Through wheelwind crypts of mystery, through…
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Bones consolidate with age. The fleshy/
bits of body follow by wrinkling and/
spreading outward, appearing to expand.
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On the usefulness of hands.
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Damn, I joke with myself, who was the fucking idiot that bought this cheap bottle of red wine?
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poets can kill, or at least they once could:/
perhaps poems tamed us, if they are any good.
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At last, we learn if Blow has the cojones to fight.
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and all the trees are holding/their limbs up in prayer/and rain is mating with soil
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“Emma,” I said, “will you quit staring?
What about the meatpacker’s hope for his daughter?”
I asked. “Have you even thought about that?”
“Once you get off the moon, maybe,” she said
“Honestly, after so much lamb and schwarma
I could go for a
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Kenichi the boar arrived from the forest with the other elders. The police officers stepped back, awed by these large nature creatures.
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