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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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I turn my head. Time starts running.
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I travel over your body with small feet,
reach your heart.
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Hurried, hassling suit in front of me is being awful to the barista. So she refuses to serve him, turning away.
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Just beyond the corkscrew slide / the President of Egypt was bleeding to death
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May the timing belt stand the stress again
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...Rabidosa rabida- no spinner/
of webs but a quick and cunning
solitary hunter. Anxiety overwhelmed
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Winter melts to ashes and now we walk where hillocks dip like pillows, where a warm pocket of air keeps the scent of spring beauties for itself. Sensitive vetch so easily shocked folds under a feather yet the earth trembles where trout lilies shove. Buds stall on lilacs…
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Your self-effacement hid/
so much of you//
until you died and the full/
inked legacy shown in light
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He nuzzled the breasts with his face for a moment, his leathery skin and tangles of hair tickling her in the process.
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When they were seven, he’d taken them out to the desert and let them shoot a .38 at rusted cans. The explosions rocked them back on their heels.
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His self-assurance says/
he’s practiced in the art/
of self-deception
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It seems that back in 1911, Kaiser Wilhelm came to this town
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