1635 13 15
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We wonder if this is how we tangled in our mother's womb: hands to feet to heart.
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—Was it true, what you wrote in that poem?
—Pretty true.
—What do you mean “pretty true”? Was it true or wasn’t it?
—It was as close as you get to truth in poems.
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1589 29 12
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Night fell and the photographer slept, one hand between Prue's legs.
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6710 25 9
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The stone thrower lives in a glass house with his glass family. His neighbors often stop in front of his home and stare at the flesh and blood man as he goes about the business of living with his glass wife and glass child, their glass furniture and glass lives.Every…
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1674 20 13
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A tiny story, 55 words, just enough to fit on a . . .
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1300 20 13
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1283 13 14
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1.As fast as that I wake to astonishing desire. I'd met you at my parents' house just the weekend before but for them (them the drained students trying to relax, refill before their afternoon sessions) you are the stranger in the room,…
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1244 18 14
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When I got home from work I parked my briefcase in the hall, acknowledged our dog and immediately went into the kitchen where wife, Sherry, was cooking supper. Without turning around at the sink, she said her usual, How was your day? I said, Fine, and yours? She turned…
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1058 15 13
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I asked the hospice nurse about maggots.
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1736 6 3
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For some, a vertical pattern will evoke prison bars, for others, product bar codes.
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1946 24 13
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She was still alive when I started to write the story of her life, called Lucy's Story, about her recovery from catnip, but it was not the real story. In the fake story, she took the subway to A.A.
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1695 11 4
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After we have sex I slip cash into your purse, just a few bucks, without you knowing. You're not a whore, but I'd like to buy you lunch sometime without having to be there.
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764 15 11
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When the compost thaws the past oozes out into the present....
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1603 16 13
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Write a poem in which your father is a dog and you are his leash.
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1332 17 14
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It shouldn’t take that long to count/
to six but when the six are cats, arithmetic/
assumes Heisenbergian properties/
as the objects counted defy the count.
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The drinking will continue/
until morale improves
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1140 16 13
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Our beautiful currencies and stamps/
disappear into the digital vortex/
of accelerated appetites.
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1354 13 10
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Uncounted hens and piglets/
die at my demand. The killing floor//
runs red for me. I am/
monstrous to creatures small and great,
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2488 19 14
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My heart hurts as I miss you here./This was your intention, I know./
And nor is my reaction unique.
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1660 16 11
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In this episode the children in the classroom will all wear boxes over their heads and will search the room with their hands. Their hands will be hands that have been reconnected. Their hands will wear seams as sleeves and curse in red. The hands that…
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1681 27 11
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As soon as she left, I sat down at the computer. Booted up. Read my e-mail, then looked at pictures of bare-naked ladies.
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1583 17 13
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2669 11 12
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I combed the ocean for my minnows while Hattie's giraffes multiplied like spider plants, all yellow and brown on the dry yellow savanna, propelled by their gauche necks, awkward in their bodies, bodies rooted to the feet of the humming planet.
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1778 17 11
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When the whistle drops, do not take any guff.
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1284 15 13
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I staggered away in the storm
tears frozen to my cheeks.
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1394 17 13
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and the mass exceeds the buoyancy/
and gravity pulls you back,
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12. Paper Wings (Gillian Welch)
This one's really depressing. Maybe you shouldn't listen to it so much.
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1992 17 9
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I have been mother
to a hundred soldiers,
holding their hands
barely knowing
their names
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1265 0 12
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"I called him a fucking loser and left."
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