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"...she's been seeming like she's been dreaming while awake lately..."
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I was so used to the silence of late summer afternoons, when I could roll my hoop through the empty, sunlit piazzas without meeting another shadow, that at first I mistook the footsteps for the beat of a metronome spilling through an open window.
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a poem about things exploding/burning down/scattering for miles.
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Across the placid sea/The only moving ship/
Was eyed by Blackbeard
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This is why I’ve decided to assign myself a position in life similar to that of Stuart Sutcliffe with the Beatles.
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—Now that’s a hell-of-a-painting, Frank, he said. Those colors are engaged in warfare. How the hell did you do that?
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the wind mistook your arms for wings
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are speaking clear enough, through their open and bleeding wounds, for you to at least try and understand. Waving their massive arms like living lighthouses, bobbing in and out of the floundering waves, they are splashing out an…
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The blood is memorable/
as is the copper taste of that/
momentary certainty of lockjaw.
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Slip me in Between the cracks in your schedule Between the sheets of your bed Between your memories and your fears Between your eyes and the moon where I'll twinkle at you Slip me in somewhere, I won't disturb you Won't make you want to push me away Let…
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The four Grannies say, “GO!” and leap from the window. King's pickup is below, and he has lined the bed with his mother's throw pillows. Sundresses fly. Blue plastic diapers billow. They want cigarettes. I light their smokes with King's pearl-handled lighter as…
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You hold me now, and pay attention.
Everything is new.
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you tell
a stranger's story...
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In need of help, he bought his first self-help book at the age of twenty-nine.
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She’s a gourmet cook who can fake a great orgasm.
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Someone must bear witness//
at a comfortable remove.
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“Choices overwhelmed us,” Thomas continued, years later, “like waves crashing.”
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There he was, naked and covered in green mud
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The woman stopped halfway down the stairs and sighed inaudibly. Her hand rested lightly on the bannister, her right foot caught in the motion of standing on the step below. …
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They knew every word.
They knew EVERY word!
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memories that no longer make sense
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Let's say maybe you're in a place your mind has never left, and let's say maybe it's Mississippi, and let's say maybe it's summer with kudzu throbbing green all around you, and let's say maybe she's a Sagittarius girl, standing in that driveway with her young breasts…
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I like burning lavender on glowing charcoal and dancing hard, thinking about long futures and deep moments. I want to cry and then scream and I don't feel like cleaning up. If I can keep a rhythm going long enough,I think I can build…
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This is what happens when a writer falls in love...
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