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1.It was unfair to my time and my small kitchen rug that it took me two days to finish reading Meg Pokrass' “The Big Dipper,” pp. 10-12
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i.More and more, for Megan LeMaster, each beginning was its own end. She couldn't bear to buy flowers or dresses that seemed too beautiful. Friendships formed, endured, gave out in a handshake. Each deed in life had an immediate, inescapable…
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He tells me that only a few things had happened in his life but some of them he had felt deeply.
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In time, I will forgethow he said "smooshie" for "smoothie"and "eyebrowns" for "eyebrows,"how his upper lip dimpled when he laughedin that uproarious, wild toddler way.How he wheedled to be wrapped and rocked,after a bath, even at age five,his long calves uncovered by…
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The whole thing is broken. It's like an egg. I'm not saying this to get you to say something else in the sunny opposite direction of the tattooed scar upon my painted backyard scene. I don't really care. It's only on me. Not on you. I'm glad as…
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...I had a string of Sunday School medals that knighted me a warrior for Jesus Christ of Nazareth...
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You burnish what is left
until it shines and call it
your own.
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He winked at me and said Let’s get Harris and Klebold on these motherfuckers.
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Things aren't going to get better are they? Would you like a sugar cube? No. Are you sure? I put acid on it. Oh, well yes, I guess then. Cool. Things might get better for a little bit then. Or horribly worse. Ha. Awesome. They taste like an orgasm…
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The only way to get better at this writing thing, thought Melvin...
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Before Genesis, digesting the primordial soup.
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You are lonely. Let me tell you about the smell of the rain.
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It was fun, until he started winning every time.
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They often leave me dulled/
and wanting back my time.
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Dark, green grass covered the pasture like millions of tiny fingers swaying in the heat.
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My ChurchThe white dressThe bridesmaidsThe friends, the familySadnessMy church knewno music
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It is a misdemeanor to fart in NYC churches.
In 1857, toilet paper was invented by a man living in NYC.
No one knows how long it took for the idea to fan out from there.
God only knows why it took so long,
or why NYC was at the epicenter of it all
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The despair that comes and goes is here again
I saw a woman who was holding herself
As she walked past, as if a fire were about to
Lunge out of her parts
She was in such great need of being held
The despair that comes and goes is here again
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The bird studies me, we lock stares, with no care for who blinks first, birds don’t do macho stand-off.
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I usually idle by Spades Check Cashing on 8th Ave. and catch folks that way. The Homestead cops, they moved stations from a little up Amity to down on 7th, which is closer to Spades, but they leave me alone. I've drove jitneys almost ten years. Only been cited twice,…
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I would like to credit St. Mary's and St. Joseph's for my decision to become a Buddhist nun. The day after I sacrificed my virginity to Johnny Delaney, St. Joseph's star quarterback, he dumped me for Fiona Kelly. That's when I decided to…
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It’s important to sound
Human, I know
To get fragile
Near your
Mother
I myself
Get glimpses
Now & then
Once,
Eating chicken, staring
At the inside
Of a muscle
Once
During a bad thunderstorm
While running down the stairs
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Quiet. You sit quiet as a mouse in the corner. Push a little doll around and hum la-la-la so they forget you’re there while they have the cocktail hour.
That’s how you find out they’re killing Grandma.
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maybe eventually time / will erase our time together
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the array of regularly spaced wavering human forms floating upright seems to extend endlessly in all directions.
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Study decay, says the Queen of the Underground.
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The first husband was young and lovely. He had a little nose and long fingers he used for things like planting begonias in my clay pot. I did not do flowers. So that was nice.
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It doesn't take a genius to figure how he sank, in the drink, like Jeff Buckley. Like a stone.
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