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It was always your body that told so much --
lips working some secret out
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I heard that Hollywood is remaking “Thelma and Louise” with Christina Ricci and that dark haired girl who worked on a show that plays on the television. I heard it either from the internet or from a dream. I thought about looking it up, but I don't…
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I wrangle word juice
from the Oxford American, sighing at photographs of blues musicians with solemn lakes for eyes.
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Falling//
is something that comes quite naturally/
to puffed up things. Like the soufflé
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on cd I make
john hiatt does not smash
perfectly good guitar
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bassackward/in the surreal/bathroom mirror
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I'm sitting here listening to Nebraska and it's / breaking my heart
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another lonely drone holding still
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I had some words, but the truth is they don't mean a thing because whatever it is I was trying to say to you always crumbles to the ground in front of you. I had some words, but the bullying wind was stronger than me and ripped them…
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It’s strange, what will become of me
What my life will be like
Since the animal in me
Is beginning to show on my back
Oh no, no, no
Women will never put up with this
I was afraid this would happen
They’ll think I’m only half a man
I’
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my family's Scottish heritage
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11781210
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I. Two cancer scares since June, one came up nothing the other nothing much. (My breasts are dense: I know all about moles— little bastards don't have to get sun to go nuts.) My manuscript travels ether to…
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I want to tell you how the odor of the flowers/felt her funeral day
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12272110
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The fly comes in against my will/
and hers. She would prefer/
the wider world with its piles of shit
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128963
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The poet said, ‘I feel the fell of dark, not day.” but day it always is. Bright! Bright!
the city claims its blue salutes; its stopping in mid-sentence at a name where fingers roam a stone.
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“If they look that good in shorts.” I warned him once, in a candid, humorous moment, “Then they’re probably too young for you to look at.”
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... he led what might be called a quiet life
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Frenchie hustled waffle irons.
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This tall, very blonde, very female, friend of mine. . . .
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They got slices of greasy salami
On top of round mini carrots, celery
Pepperoncini, slices of sweet pickles
They got cinder block walls
A Tiki Bar with glasses hanging
Upside down from the stemware over the bar
They got wood paneling, cottag
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politics only add to assault and distract
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I call upon all cashiers in dungarees...
I call upon the baristas in rags...
I call upon those whose
sinister principles tax the weakness of their conscience...
I call upon all those deracinated by dreaming big...
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The scared woman, she hides her flaws from the world.
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It's so far to get to where we aren't inthe way of someone's destructive progress.I'm only walking in my own gardensnow, but the big blue house is like an emptiedout envelope. I guess that makes this themissing letter. I don't know your heart's newaddress, but I once…
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so out to the night, and turning out the stars, so nothing can last, and nothing is taken in
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the bodies of the poor become/
a simple logistical problem,/
disposable as any gnawed bones
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