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Poems reflect their poets. / Mine: ugly but loved. / It is just as well.

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I'm not generally a believer. But I do sense things. I see things.

Perspicacity.

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I called it Nirvana and Elysium I called it Bountiful I called you to come forward Without counting.

March Madness

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“I’ll be damned,” he said. “I never knew where that was.”

Walking The World Alone

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Yeah I walk itWithout a companionOr friendI walk the world aloneIt seems right to meI don't like the moviesMost television showsOr most popular musicI walk the world aloneUnable to buildAn emotional attachmentWith anyoneI walk the world aloneWith beer as My…

A Short, Individualized History Of Post-World War II Men's Fashion

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Three Times, If I Count

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Once or twice, it was only once or twice. Three times, if I really count. And I wasn't giving or loving. And my self stayed hidden and I kept most of my clothes on.

The Ghost

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I wrapped my arms around each of them ran my hands over their face, and kissed their lips. "Why are they dreaming?" I asked.

Truth Or Consequence

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seriously: let defendants choose their coin, / execute their own calls, make their own coin flips― / attentive referee, no need for a court.

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Girl Running Up Cherry Street, Looking For the Past

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I know I was hungry, she says to herself, maybe. I was hungry for what you had to offer. Your fast car, your dad’s ski boat, your prettiness, your beautiful mouth, your eyes, and yes for the joy you could give me between the legs. B

A Free Rinse

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“Turn the fucking thing off!” I yelled above the noise. “It’s fucking New Year’s morning!”

Admission

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I can’t hold a job I can’t hold a hammer

You Can Wear Skinny Jeans

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He looks at me again, this time glancing down at my skinny jeans, “And... are you a single mom?” he seems to think he has it right, taking a last look at my aquamarine colored pants and the tapered area around my calves.

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Text Adventure

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Twenty-two tornadoes tore through Toronto, spiraling steel and stone to the streets where she stood, texting her best friend.

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The graffiti has grown so large It has covered everything we know and love It has covered the windows, shutting out the light And it’s all about leaving your mark The ones who are living outside your walls Have grown worried about leaving th

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On our wedding day he carried all of the furniture out of our small bedroom, created a sanctuary.

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in moving cars i am small; in moving cars i am invisible.

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I sit in a café and watch the near palms of summer swaying against the far ridge of hills and young girls walking along in their sleeveless summer dresses. Their shoulders speaking their long history of sex and future children,

RINSE AND OXIDATION

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...listening to the ache of errs our mouths had become.

Fine, she said

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A rope is cleaner, he explains with a straight face. He's calmed by the visual.

(On Tuesday...)

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On Tuesday, he wears his suit to the cafe. Of course they'll let him pay! Of course. Under the table, his wife accepts their wadded bills.

The Gift

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She reached under the tissue and pulled out a third gift. “It’s like peeling open my heart,” he said, “one layer for each year.”

Parting Gifts

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His hair was well groomed. The skin was radiant like apples tossed at the moon. The gym membership was well used, as the weight issue was easily cast into an abyss of loaded memories.