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Columbus Avenue, I’m the tense union of poor city rich city/
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In all my marriage stories, I am both victim and hero.
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My son thinks he's French.His accent was cute at first, but it's starting to get on my nerves. If he asks for another glass of Beaujolais I'm gonna go to jail for child abuse.Yesterday, I walked upstairs to make him turn his new Jacques Brel album down and I swear it…
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The sky was an over-bleached sheet, stretched to the point of ripping. Everything worn but clean. He was saying he'd be happier if we lived in Canada. The sun seemed very close, like a star at the top of a Christmas tree. Maybe I could pull it down. Our baby had…
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The P-36 used for gunnery exercises was twitchy and stubborn...
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. . . and the last thing you’ll smell will be new-cut pine.
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The jail, where I stayed for 48 hours, gave me enough information to write a 180-page book, something I resisted setting out upon due to the insult of it.
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My first winter in Massachusetts feels medieval: cold, dark, and endless.
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At five o’clock in the afternoon, at five o’clock / in the afternoon
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Call him a hobo or homeless or bum or junkie.
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Well, I finally checked myself into this what you call a “ Facebook Rehab Clinic” up here just about 40 miles outside of Kalispell, Montana in a little town called Gulag and, as I'm sure you can guess, there's no posting or commenting or liking anything anymore…
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Went back to his cab and returned with a whip...
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“When I use a word, it means just what I choose it to mean—neither more nor less.”
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We discussed the epic poems/
and agreed to write a new one.
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It is a day of swallows and grasshoppers, of white clouds and suntanned arms. In the yellow field wheat ears burn, lit by fantasies. One of wheat, one of rye. Summer love, holiday love is in the air. Under the thickness of the harvest, their roots search, call each other.…
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I couldn’t parse the grammar of her body
nor decode the secret softness of her neck.
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he thought of her / longingly
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Children imagine dying all the time, especially when someone in their life, someone close, has died. Children's games often include pretend dying, flopping around after being shot for about three minutes, choking, falling to the ground and…
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I'm sure someone somewhere must havefelt something like it before. Imean I've never been able tohave this kind of deep longing asif you might want to forget everythingyou know. I always figured that funny stuff onlyhappened to folks in a foreignfilm. Not to some guy…
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We'll Thelma-and-Louise it, I urged, Bonnie-and-Clyde it, she bettered, Sundance-and-Butch it, I proffered but she was already leaning in for a kiss.
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His feet are the size of thumbs, the segments of his toes no larger than grains of rice.
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A lot of people are like this--they thrive on On conflict My bartender is that way-she likes the Confrontation She wants to fight and argue and haggle And I never related to this In anyone Well, people are scared, or pretend to be Scared at the bar. Some…
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How could he care less what those below thought, when everything below him was demonstrably beneath him?
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It came up heads so he is going first. He puts on a condom and gets in
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I visited the grave of Rimbaud. / It was pale blue
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