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seriously: let defendants choose their coin, / execute their own calls, make their own coin flips― / attentive referee, no need for a court.
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You had the problems of a Thousand Nights
That’s what was wrong with you
If only you had opened up the clam
And let your fur fly loose
We might have had a chance to lose
Everything about us that kept us from
Loving, even destroying each
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only after
you slipped away entirely
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First the room is blank white and then she is placed there and one by one everything is penciled in. Her, in a loose and flowery dress that conceals her feet; a black and white cat, who wraps her tail around her legs and looks up, head moving trying to interpret;…
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inside i know my heart rattles
cause outside i'm only seeing
that the truth is in tatters
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So I missed the May Day parade again.
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There was a buzzard in the sky. It was hovering above Louisa. She put her straw hat on and forgot about the bird. Her hand was full of grains. She opened it, threw them in the air to let them fall like rain over Jollie, her hen. Louisa then started reading and Jollie…
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familiar people passing closely
faces we recognize but cannot place
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He looked at a man in a straw hat on YouTube and thought “that could've been me, if I'd learned to play the guitar.” He savored the wistfulness of the moment. The pluperfect always made him sad. But the conditional was almost too much to bear. Octopi were a…
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Sofia looked around and found herself at a boulevard. She could see the town exit ahead of her. The bike still lied on the ground.
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Do you know if you were actually speaking to me there?
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Love comes and goes as it pleases. Plant lives matter you know. Isn't it so obvious? I'm sure you've noticed or felt like you've been here before. Maybe forever. Just ask any hand-held camera or open book. Well. How many times can we…
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Dread and drudgery sour each day
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she's balanceshe's no regretshe's be yourselfshe's promises madeshe's dreams never endshe's a rainbowshe's last night on earthshe's head over heelsshe's oh yeahshe's purple rosesshe's sweet surrendershe's ever after blissshe's all the riches she's behind the wheelshe's…
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every color of sound turned to green /
human beasts’ treadmill tastes must be trained: / we may yet starve to death, but we’ll die de-brained!
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There’s a sudden
Burst of color
Like the dispersal of a ghost
In a light wind
And now candy wrappers are
Scattered all over the heavens
It looks like God got lit up
By the sky
As we flew too c
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Do you know how much it takes to holdthe spring you love against your lips? No angel, or I, will ever begrudge, nor the planets that have to slow their pace and stumble their orbits a degree behind to make the magic that keeps our grip. We could have been elephants…
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It's 50/50 that you'll ever pad your knee enough to ever kneel on it.
Your back hurts, the Orthapedist labels it arthritis.
I think that means we're getting old,
so I crawl up the tower of your body
as I'm a little younger, more sprightly.
You're a
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Already past the harbinger of yellow crocus
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a girl in a red cap
flashes by
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I haven't felt my soul leave my body
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As a boy Edward had stayed in the confessional several times in a row. The priest was drunk and couldn't tell it was the same kid over and over. The tiny door slid open…”Scobbity bobbity…tell me your sins…” Edward confessed what he thought were sins, then said…
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Mothers and sons and war, an old story...
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The girls had gathered in the hall. Carefully dressed and made up, they appeared as rows of variegated artworks in front of the audience. In their eyes the lights flickered like small luminous petals. Celia sat in the middle row. The spirit was exactly right. Her decision…
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"As soon as you're born, they make you feel small."--John LennonI cannot do anything about how beautiful you are, my sour flower, but I can tell you this much: Joni Mitchell is better than all the cowards in the world. They all chose to somehow…
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a poem that unwrapped itself so casually I tucked it under my tongue, just to make sure
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The squirrels love the sun
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with so many thick curtains hung out to shroud/ so many unlit eyes, Night you’d think could spare/ a small few for our diversion . . .
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