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The nerves are birds that guide us to feeling the loop and lift of reverie.
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Kitchen.
sandwich.
wife.
daughter.
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they got some heat here in the West
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I see young girls in their white summer dresses and remember how I was like that, light youth that barely touched the ground. Screwing and unscrewing the lid of a salt shaker (sitting at a table.) Swinging a shoe off the tip of my toes. Rubbing a foot u
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The outside world will intrude . . .
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She tells me I have to face the fact that I have the heart of the Tin Man. I know the story. He had none. She is very sensitive and I have to measure my remarks because words bruise her so easily. So, I…
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And soon you'll be walking
and walking
and walking
and walking
and walking
and walking
and walking
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IN nature, it's hard to find a straight line. Stand on a beach. Look out to sea. There out far you might think you see a line where the sky comes down to join. Where two fields of blue meet. But where you're not quite sure for the line is a blur there. You…
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In the panic following news of my motorcycle crash, my honey fled the house without coat or wallet, and now, nearly midnight, we don’t even have cab fare home.
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Scavenge at that address only if you feel possessed of great courage, a profound faith in resurrection or reincarnation, or an impatient desire for a premature date with certain death.
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Whistler pounded a nuanced nail,
into our inferior foreheads.
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Nothing good ever waits at the end of a long corridor.
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What's the weirdest thing you've ever used as a bookmark? I work in a library. I've seen that, and more.
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I want that one, unnoticed taste.
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4. A pig's orgasm lasts 30 minutes.
> > (In my next life, I want to be a pig.)
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so for penance, the priest gave me the full twelve Stations of the Cross
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I was good-looking, marketable and ambitious. And that never hurt anyone cracking it big ...
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[marbles] [blither-blather] [blarg]
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She loved me once. When we were young and the world revolved slowly in our hands. She never said as much, but she did. I knew by the way she moved, the looks, the whispers in the dead of night that carried only to my ears. We spent weeks on that beach in…
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He leans in close then, close enough that when he speaks, his words tiptoe out and tuck me in.
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MIDNIGHT all day. Bleak December. A chiaroscuro, snowing blackbirds.
(Pas de cinq mille, in B minor.)
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We are in search of free hor d’oeuvres, me and Jane – Jane from H.R., Jane who is exactly as plain as her name implies, Jane, who, for now anyway, for this company retreat, is my kindred spirit in broke-ass hangover land.
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History is replete with brutally imaginative techniques of torture and execution, but I am the only death machine that doubles as a musical instrument.
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The parallels have become too numerous, and too striking, to ignore.
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They wink at me as if to share/
a cosmic joke whose punch line’s still/
a couple dozen light years out
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Little rambling soul,/kind guest, friend: leave me laughing,/pallid stiff, and bare.
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I was Orson Welles skulking in the shadows and you Alida Valli;
our time measured like footsteps advancing on Gethsemane.
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