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We are prisoners of anticipation.
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The piss monster looks for clues of its childhood in the stains it leaves behind on the furniture.
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She smacked his back a couple of times with the flat of her hand
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They borrowed birds from the trees
And forced me to sing along with them
You could say they made my heart burn
But we all know some of that was fake
It was a direct route
From sleep walking
To sleep shopping
To this
I guess I lived a
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bullets in flight make sharp, snapping noises.
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On the Rocks What matters these, to all, below the crest… If privilege of mind-blankness is the bay's? Remembrance breeds no fathoms of its rest- As plumb the circuit lulled, at each rephrase Of capture,…
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in our teens as tough as the cold/we wore denim and flannel with our boots/kicking at whichever wind blew . . .
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When I was a kid, I was terrified of dying in a bombing,
which is strange, really, because I lived in Long Island,
which has relatively few bombings to speak of.
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my crotch-heavy press of 'Yes.'
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It doesn't have to be force grown betweenus. We entwine naturally. It's agood feeling to have a friend who at oncedoesn't require a hothouse ceiling laidbetween each invisible touch. There's justwind. There's just rain. There's just sun. There's just you.There's just…
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I hate math. I hate everything about it.
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Regina Dawn "Gina" Edwards, 49, passed away June 2, 2006.
R.I.P. "Ridge Woman"
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My sweet baby angel has baby hair Baby angel has a golden cross lit looking at the crystal pig and kind mare The drowning unicorn comes from the waves in fits. My sweet baby angel has baby talkBaby angel has a diamond shape scarburied heart shaped…
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as i sink down into the
shadows crawling like a worm
past cold bricks
centuries old in my blood
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They pull up to the curbside and he jumps out
to shake the hands in that familiar men’s
grasp/shake they do when saluting each other.
If that isn’t his daughter it should be, the one
sitting in his car, with her door wide open.
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Mayumi’s eyes twitched. Her head felt the pounding images and voices grafting themselves onto her mind.
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The ability to "see the ball" is a gift.
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At some point, indifference//
will swallow the small gasps./
The appalling will become the norm.
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I pay for 3 Trump Troll Dolls and a package red licorice twizzlers and head back toward the door. Dancing Gnome Girl is there to greet me. I stick a twizzler in the teeth of the donation pail.
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It wasn't pain
but half of it,
so half of it I mended
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It was only two days before Christmas. Jonathan remembered his mother crying.
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I could put on some music, but it just pushes me further away from you it seems. It takes me out far beyond the safety breakers and then introduces me to my own splashing two-fisted fear of swimming. You can swim through concrete—it…
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