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Unless we see it, probe it,
Name it, star by star, and feel
This awful, tenuous gratitude.
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ride crests and troughs of ceaseless change, / without delight but without fear, / and once it’s time to leave, then simply go, /
without regret, with no unseemly fuss.
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growing up fumbling for excuses your fingers, clumsy littlepads of flesh you don't recognize a scatter plot of acnethat won't erase by mirrorwhy this scene doesn't workkissing the detachable lips of bobby-soxed methodgirlswho keep…
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with binoculars
neighbor reads
screen text:
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You know I'm living in the past...
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When the truth is spoken, we don’t know
Where to look, as if we only know someone
Has gotten away with something big
Or stolen someone’s heart, knowing how easy
It was, how fragile, how true to itself
So open and weightless, without guile
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Weekly game night for the Oscar Family. Winning is secondary.
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I can’t hold a job
I can’t hold a hammer
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Miranda laughed. The cream of the retail industry laughed...
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The monkey did not live for long. He’d lost interest in the stuffed dog pretty much right away. The farther away the shuttle, the more garbled and fanciful the sign language the monkey had been taught became.
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After you lost sight in your left eye, mom made me go on the road with you that last summer to help you see.
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Who's that? I don't know. …
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Mrs. Death was walking in mountains where everything around was still. Mr. Death? —in another hemisphere, wandering (last she’d heard) through a vast forest.
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I lack the intellect, discipline,
and faith in anything
but our ultimate erasure.
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Maybe, after years of writing poems like letters, he began to notice that no one ever wrote him back.
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the little white lights i see
mean many different things to me
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Through feeling her life story,
I understood mine, more,
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in the chicken house
this morning. The second
one this week. I carry the stiff hen
out to the back pasture
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IThe squirrels danced in the trees.They leapt from branch to limbto the struck down tree trunk,thick with bark.The creek was overfilled.Lightning had lasted for days."Just one more day,"she told herself"Just one more day,"before the sun comes out again.The lightning had…
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The gated community of Dos was named for one of Babbage’s landmark educational figures, Ms. Dos.
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When words were first born
They were like pure prayer
I could see them in the sky
And hear them whispering through your hair
But now they’re like dreams
That only sorrow owns
We still need the sun
We need to find
Solace on the ground
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The sirens didn’t eat the sailors
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It was 14:24 official eBay time. Louise had spent hours looking at over 30,000 items under “Elvis Memorabilia"
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No one is going to find us. And even if they did it's just a play someone wrote with you in mind as the lead. No one is going to find us. I could have told you this but I didn't want to spoil your newfound fun. No one is going to find us. The funny…
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