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What’s your favorite emotion? Mine is ripping the sky apart and standing on a star outside of time.
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Francesca is a sweet girl and everything, but her incessant doting on Paolo is best left private . . .
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My heart raced. I couldn't swallow. Heat rose under my skin, sharp and disorienting. I wanted to disappear—to fold inward, to dissolve—but instead of leaving, I walked toward him.
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McMurdo Sound. Amundsen. Penguins huddled in a mass...
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Friends of the bride
feeling out of place
like a church key
at a wedding
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I heard the patron yelling,
“Hey, man! That’s my cappuccino!”
when the young female snatched it and got away.
But the police cornered her a few blocks away,
licking the last bits of foam off her wiley whiskers.
That’s how they knew they had
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edge of wolf howls and howls past sunflowers and skeletons
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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.
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I called it Nirvana and Elysium
I called it Bountiful
I called you to come forward
Without counting.
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“I’ll be damned,” he said. “I never knew where that was.”
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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…
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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.
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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.
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Mass media thought control, from consumer advertising to political sloganeering, is creating a new generation of irrational thinkers. If this trend continues, one day soon we may find ourselves under the control of some genius gone haywire.
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soap smells tangy, but/I wouldn’t eat it: scent and/nutrition diverge.
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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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"There's a guy and he's standing at the edge of the Grand Canyon."
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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
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“Turn the fucking thing off!” I yelled above the noise. “It’s fucking New Year’s morning!”
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I can’t hold a job
I can’t hold a hammer
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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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Of red snappers, flaccid on porcelain slabs...
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“I’m going,” O’Bannon-Krim says with exasperation as she throws trinkets such as Dylan Thomas beer coozies and Edna St. Vincent Millay hair scrunchies into a cardboard box.
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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 only promotion I can do. Excerpts from the most recent book.
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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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Many hours to make a brick: many bricks to make a curve.
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in moving cars i am small;
in moving cars i am invisible.
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