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Fax me back to South Street listening to the dumpster / trumpeter, standing like licorice in the rain, / as the fetid officers assemble for the raid
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One morning, she used a few prim phrases to break up with me. She had her suitcases packed by lunch. She was gone by dinner. Two weeks later, she emailed me a picture of herself sitting on a small brown couch.
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in which a man who is bored with years of retirement poses a threat to himself and others
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For instance, my sister's husband. If I say brown socks, yellow boxer shorts, fishnet undershirt. If I say plastic bag and two tepid beers. And a voice that glides to falsetto when he: you're a tad too obscene for my taste, Julia, while he tries to light the filter end of…
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... a moth,
a kiss. A silence.
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If you can’t consummate tomorrow / you may as well just annul the future
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fetal position can make a man seem small. harmless. like the child your womb won't carry...
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The Street singer gathers up his coins
and counts to a hundred before
The last string stops vibrating
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In the late 60’s, I lived on West 71st street in Manhattan and borrowed books from a store.
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“Have you ever thought what stars are made of?”
“No,” he said.
The man nodded seriously. “I hadn’t either. Not until I met the Star Catcher. He told me all the stars in the universe are actually coins. Coins! Big coins. Small coins. Different colors
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but let's stop and take another look at things
could it be through our closed eyes
that we didn't really know what we were talking about
that there never was a surprise
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Later I asked Mark if he wanted to watch, but his wife wouldn’t let him. She didn’t like kinky stuff, she said.
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Whenever you act as if you are one of themit makes a perfect sad sense tome; you're one of them; arewe supposed to believe there areno shadows in that particular choice? When you areone of them, they say youfall asleep with a peaceful droopingsmile to your lips. When you're…
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Sunday morning beginning with a bang. Accused, found wanting, sentenced.
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We mourn/
in perpetuity and are inured
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Qaddafi's murder brought an old memory I had forgotten about.
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Erin Hoffmeyer Zulkoski. I was at work today, doodling on a piece of scrap paper. I often find myself writing my name, practicing my signature, for when I become famous. I have always written "Erin Zulkoski." Today, I wrote "Erin Hoffmeyer." This…
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A cheap pocket knife was the only sharp I carried in my backpack and they allowed me that. The man with the pot tattoo on his neck said, “All of us here needs some type of knife. You gotta cut up your food. We don't…
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Brian stands. The edge of the tablecloth goes up with him, clings to his belt buckle, so he must beat it down. Everyone looks at him. The two old ones at the end glare at him coldly, four stupid eyes.
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rheumy eyes wink, gnarled hands pantomime
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I had some words, but the truth is they don't mean a thing because whatever it is I was trying to say to you always crumbles to the ground in front of you. I had some words, but the bullying wind was stronger than me and ripped them…
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I’m on Discord but I don’t know how to do anything.
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"She gave me a "you're fucking stupid, kid" look and handed me a of cigarettes. It was all downhill from there."
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a few Hershey's Kisses tucked in with the note
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I never thought I’d miss the sound of church bells, reminding me of my sudden apostasy,
faintly ringing over the rumpus where even the birds can’t get a word in edgeways.
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often as i lie awake i wonder are you awake too?/
we never had any children, he said ruefully/
that summer i cried so much that robert called me soakie/
robert, dying: creating silence
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