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So, how did they meet? After years and years of starvation and gruesomeness and lack of human contact because there were no humans left, only walking corpses, a woman gently lifted the sixty-pound dead man's penis with a cool washrag and wiped him clean. The dead…
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1980 10 7
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The weight of my heart dragged me in dangerous directions.
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1509 18 13
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Rough sonnet about faded love
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1962 10 10
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... while I lie, cool as a nectar cream snowball,
in my Maggie The Cat slip, painting my toenails
a color called Bad Influence
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886 21 12
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2148 15 11
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Library life is full of surprises.
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1822 28 12
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1361 14 13
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My art teacher hated Salvador Dali.
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2446 19 12
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I went out through another cold still morning erasing my steps behind me not because I did not want to be followed but because I did not want to find my way back again.
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2306 17 11
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Balling my fists, I banged them on the retro-formica tabletop. The taste of pufferfish balls in an oleander-infused reduction with a seaweed and pomegranate side-salad tossed in a geranium-rottweiler vinaigrette rose in my throat.
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1687 19 13
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On the bed he tickled her until she was crying with laughter. And then the tickles became caresses, the fingers, lips.
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255 17 13
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1513 13 13
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Train whistles in wintertime made him feel lonely.
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2044 19 11
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Nobody has been able to use the washer and dryer for over a month now. Our neighbors have gone laundry crazy. They've become suds-a-holics. They wash everything. If it isn't nailed down, they wash it. Outboard engines, peculiar feelings, dominatrix boots, metaphors,…
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1465 17 13
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I lean forward and take her two hands in mine. I look into her eyes. “It’s you and only you,” I say. She starts to cry.
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1596 17 11
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She drew her hands out of the chest cavity and looked at the clock.
‘Time of death,’ she said.
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One can watch the grass green/
in response. One can watch the world green/
in response.
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1834 16 13
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1316 13 12
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I asked him where he hurt and he said everywhere.
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1307 14 12
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She was sick and tired of marriage. She didn't want to be a mother, but now she was.
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1624 14 13
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1416 19 13
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The squirrels will not stop peeing on the trees.
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1668 17 12
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I could call him. And be done with this waiting but I refused. I wanted him to not forget me first. To bring himself to remember me first before I'd give him the pleasure of my company.
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1360 21 11
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He hid in parks and abandoned apartment houses until his wounds healed. He ate nuts, berries, and seeds. A shy, gentle soul, he watched children playing on the monkey bars, and thought of his lost youth.
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1752 16 13
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This is self-reflection or self-reflexive writing. Candor but not verse. That is what I write: not-verse. On occasion I write a poem though rarely an occasional poem. Instead of calling it non-fiction we could call it non-verse.
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He tried to call on his break but she didn’t answer. He imagined her on the floor, sobbing, like she’d been the other day. The grey rat would have chewed through a plug-in or some wires and started a fire. She would be ashes, a blackened corpse, reeki
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1540 21 12
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Fear in a Handful of Dust
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1939 15 13
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Where will you hide? Because you know it Will seek you out for answers you might Only be asking for yourself. It Will send many students to stand outside Your apartment and chant your name. It will beg you to perform its birth Again to the…
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1794 16 13
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The Bond Trader begins his morning with coffee and a hit of LSD.
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