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I, like Sara, am the last of my kind still activated. I am a Machine of Loving Grace.
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Thankfully I don't have to share my Jim Beam with the cat.
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her parents were gone they sat on the love seat side by side saying nothing the longest time
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I look for the boy we met inside the club, the one who claimed he loved playing with matches, setting fire to churches. I spot him smoking a cigarette, standing so cool against the side of the club, like he might be the nephew of some Viking guitarist hun
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We were wild, medieval magpies,
sweaty and sweet and selfish; and so much more
than we were before I lit that first stick of spice,
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If you can imagine a ghost taking a shower then you can imagine the kind of emotion I have in mind.
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There is a whisper in the shadows
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“What the hell was that?
Is that your take on
The Deer Hunter?”
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I was just sitting in the corner, stirring my stories with a straw that sucked characters out of bars.
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The last time Cyrus rode in a train’s passenger car, he came home a dead man.
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awoke in confusion, fear and hurt never seen before that day a year past
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First off, don't worry about the marriage. It ain't gonna last. But don't worry. People will drive you nuts with that tiresome old chestnut, “there's more than one fish in the sea.” Thing is, they're right. Listen. I'm not talking salmon and sea bream…
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Bare feet on hardwood floor
Twists into circles
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Out the window is an empty birdbath, dry flaky concrete ring, no birds.
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The night before leaving, we have French toast and red wine in Matthew's kitchen, our packs and sleeping bags and tents surrounding us, looming like golems. Because we're nervous, and a little drunk, the conversation inevitably turns to grammar. "I'm sure I learned…
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["This is not a snippet of text. This is only a test."]
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No-one ever sits beside him. As if he might urinate, or spit. Or, worse, engage in conversation about God.
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Harpo was there with his wife. Harpo’s girlfriend came up behind the couch where I was sitting, and I ran my hand up her leg underneath her dress.
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I got caught writing poems
at the paint factory
several times
before they fired me
I got caught in the middle
of one of my best lines
but can’t remember what
I meant to say
anymore,
but I know, just know
it was something real good,
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The space heater whirred in the lonesome room, the giant, square window bathing the room with moonlight, and Lawrence sat on the naked particle board and ruminated upon the vast importance and significance that this very room would lend his mega-empire of a business which…
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Will you join me kneeling in a Homegoods parking lot
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a book of 5 poem-like things I made out of silly string and shot your way when you weren't exactly looking "..kisses are a far better fate/than wisdom."--E.E.CummingsContents:1.The Day's Thin Blue Swim-Suit2. The One Who Needed Let In Most3. I…
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The skinny one was kinda cute. He had this little mole over the left corner of his mouth that she just wanted to suck. She kept watching it go up and down as he talked, the way his full lips kept spreading and coming together. She really wanted to kiss…
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He wrote, wrote, wrote with the sharp eye of an eagle...
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This is why the earth revolves around the sun: refrigerator magnets.
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If you knew everything, you would not be able to sit on tropical balconies at 4:09 A.M., discovering a book and then the world for the first time If you were part of the spiritual set, and could astral travel far and wide, but neglected to open the door…
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we gave divided houses / child stand up anyway
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"My god," Toni said, bending over and tapping her head gently against the counter in fake anguish. "His ass in those jeans. Jesus. I should be young and lucky like you." Toni tapped her cigarette ash into the coin tray.
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i just seem to be stuck is all
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