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This is the best kind of crime scene.
Spattered like gore from gunshots,
I'm left covered in trace evidence.
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the birth of a long, dark age//
where the wealthy will be eaten by the poor/
and the poor will be eaten by disease
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Let's say maybe you're in a place your mind has never left, and let's say maybe it's Mississippi, and let's say maybe it's summer with kudzu throbbing green all around you, and let's say maybe she's a Sagittarius girl, standing in that driveway with her young breasts…
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I sit down next to a youngster on the couch. “Would you like to see?” she asks. “See what?” I reply....
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Neither of us thought of real winning. We set about brilliant losing, dark angel forms of luck and greed, the desire, the craving, the need to lose so strenuous that one wins; we tied at thirteen.
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My mother is private with her grief. Since my father’s death last year there has been almost no talk of him. When she got back from the funeral, she put his clothes in boxes for Goodwill, and rearranged the furniture in the den. She won’t discuss what
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Of course then I did it all over again. Got married, that is. Fortunately, this one worked out.
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It could probably be shown by facts and figures that there is no distinctly native American criminal class except Congress.
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She remembered the feeling of weightlessness, of being lifted against gravity, the soft whoosh of tulle...
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A little poem about prison
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The one-legged crow was back in the yard again today, as it was yesterday and may have been before, but yesterday was the first time I noticed it among the murder while using the binoculars that I often use to bring things closer, things like these iridescent and beautiful…
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Neither/
evergreen nor exactly deciduous./
And soon, a yellow residue of pollen/
smearing hoods and windshields
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There's a special block in the city, nestled between Mutant Town and Trump Towers.
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All the things that are his.
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I knew a girl on Folly Island who took
showers in water so hot
her skin blushed pink rosettes.
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Indeed, it was quite likely that no one in town had ever played either of these games. The townsfolk were not big fans of word games, though they did enjoy Whist and Canasta.
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A thin line separated her lips, like something sketched with a pencil.
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The stunned son knelt to understand then fell, his heart shredded by the hollow point.
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"Hannah," I say, "stay off the road, let me do the hitchhiking. Ok? Guys see your tits and it's over. I don't want to be here when the sun goes down."
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She had loved sleeping in Todd’s arms at night, hearing the soft tinkle of crystal above her when cool drafts moved through the house, his hand wandering over the swell of her belly.
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I’m told it hurts. It hurts more than anyone ever thought it would. Every light in the room blinds you. Every sound in the room deafens you. The pain is excruciating as muscles and nerves that aren’t meant to work anymore are forced back to life i
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maybe a day in deep winter
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you escape by finding the bubbles
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love weaves a perforated web
between the spikes
of longing
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I fired God today. He wasn't showing up for work, slept through meetings, wrote ambiguous memos and killed too many innocents. Things just weren't working out.
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I sprawl, I spill and I splutter
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