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Her voice gets screechy as she talks of the boy he was caught fondling in the bathroom of a bowling alley. The worst part: the dumb schmuck doesn’t even bowl.
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The Nurse left work at five o’clock, walking down Dekalb Avenue toward Flatbush. He didn’t frequent the bar closest to the hospital, although he guessed other nurses and doctors from Brooklyn Hospital did. But he liked to pretend that he cared about h
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If they are all speaking medicine & I / start speaking French - how / rude am I? Would they understand then / what it is to be entirely left out / of the conversation, unseen?
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This is a nice illusion, here with you. The world Is meant to fill your eyes. You remind me of Everything right now. This is a nice illusion, here with You. It's all morning light. The wind playing with your Hair lifts my spirits, too. Seagulls…
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Staring at my $10 All Star Breakfast with extra bacon
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“Thank God The Yogurt Store Was Open!”. I knew this would cause cynics to seethe about me and my #FirstWorldProblems. While those less with the times or from many years of vanilla ancestry, might become racist themselves, indicating that I was suffering f
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His mother was a ballerina.
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that doesn't need any words to arrive fully formed, or too many words to be believed in at all I should say, a little something we can simply send back and forth across your time and my space without having to talk at length about it, but being a …
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I am the ritual/
banalities of days numbered,/
numberless, and numb.
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I thought, what are we talking about? Botox?
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At some point, you care/
just enough to wake each morning,
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Trapped inside a seashell, almost pickled and eaten for dinner—could my life become any more bizarre?
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Gone are the bristles bristling.Embedded with memoriesof crevices that oncefought to hold the spinach or walnuts within.No more feeling the undulatingresponses as the velvety tonguewinces and curls asthe wine is scrapped away.Is it wine, as we stare, oris it blood.Ah, the…
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Yankees call them daffodils.
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He has stubby, rough little fingers. Good.
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1The Bird King has fallen in lovewith a radiator.He adoresher pockmarked skin,her neurotic arias,her coldness,her impulsive warmth. 2Tiring of his dalliance with the radiator,the Bird King woos an armchair.She's amply upholsteredand groans dreamilywhen he sits on…
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God's real name is Frank, and he stops by all the time. He tries to dump that cheap Xmas candy on us.
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It was only when blood began to drip onto the page that he realized he'd been hit.
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the pressure from my lungs threatened to burst my eardrums.
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By the sixth - Dizz, Falstaff buzzed - Croons - The Wabash Cannonball
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As soon as I discovered that nasty thing the grownups called “sexuality,” I just knew it would get me in a lot of trouble some day—with Jesus, my parents and some yucky boy—so I hid it. But my Mama and Daddy noticed my sinful sexiness way before I knew I
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Beyond a jade gate, a lotus pillar nods to / a braided fort.
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Adam, bronze and lithe, runs laps on the beach
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He got tired of the pool party, the chit-chat, the suburban posturing, and he decided to swim home.
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He said stuff like
‘Crikey that's a knife',” she said, “it was bad, really
really bad.”
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After school watching American Bandstand with my two best friends, all three of us lusting after Bunny Gibson who’s all of sixteen, stacked, and very fucking hot.
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She sings off-key while her married lover shadow-boxes his one-dimensional and split-off selves.
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I attended the burial of our affair when I found the notebook-maybe it should be called her diary-she had foolishly forgotten, leaving it on the deck of my beach house where she stayed while I was on that short trip to Chicago and I was numbed at first, unsure how to…
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no need to write it if you/
live it, conscious of the light, the/
shape, the sound, the taste, and shadow.
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