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and all the trees are holding/their limbs up in prayer/and rain is mating with soil
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isn't so hard to imagine if you can just squint through the minutes like a good McGoo, slog through the headline happy seasons and sleep at it most of the day. It only hurts real bad whenever you try to carry off a roaring laughter…
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Let me say these words now
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She grinned when he steadied himself against the sofa. “Boy, I know you.”
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He didn't hide it. He told her he was a mortician when he called. He had responded to her ad in the Lonely Hearts section of the newspaper.
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“We don’t drop litter. Pick it up.”
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He had coal black hair the day he died. He claimed to be part French, no doubt the offspring of a Swedish girl and a French soldier, although Ole did not mention this.
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Feminine, safe, though disembodied,/
she shapes your life in ways/
your mother never could.
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The image was startlingly unfamiliar. Looking at it, no one would guess it had been their last attempt, their last failure. No one would believe that they had never really been that way, or that the life they shared was built on mind games, manipulation a
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Put sunscreen on your / bones.
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The following is an excerpt of my commencement speech at The Hamlin Refrigeration Vocational Institute. Although I am NOT terminally ill, in all honesty, I haven’t been feeling all that great since, I would say, around April…
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The Cheshire grinning/
moon cups itself to capture/
Venus should she fall.
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as long as you have some snacks up there
I can be brave
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"...they ran shirtless like pagans under southern stars."
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I loved to visit my grandparents when I was a kid.
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When you prime tobacco the old way . . .
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I’ve forgiven my mother; she didn’t know what she was doing. She heard voices, had visions. She imagined herself to be a prophet named Helen when her real name was Marge. When she learned she was pregnant with me she scored some Thalidomide from my gr
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I don't want / to write about the body indulged, desires / denied, tortures invented, pleasures innate
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A boy stalks three deer across an open field.
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I write to make visible my small/
assertions against impermanence.
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Fault and blame can be forgotten after three steep flights of stairs. Pregnant-lady-take-the-elevator kind of steep. I-said-elevator, holy-shit-she’s-falling kind of steep. A-faked-relief-when-the-child-is-born, but-born-special kind of steep.
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"Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars,/The trees and flowers have been strewing their cool odors./I walk among them, but none of them are noticing."
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We were destined by chemistry and plastic figurines to give it a go.
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The boys drank in one room. The girls in another. Always the same, no matter the letters.
Greek Letters.
Shabby sofa on the burnt-out lawn.
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There were one hundred titles on the list. One hundred books that could neither be assigned nor put on a recommended reading list.
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Could sampans fall upward, sailing from the bottom of the Earth? If so, which way would their sails bend—up, or down? And would the strange China Sea follow suit? Would salt water geysers spurt from the hole we dug, flooding the streets of Seattle?
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