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Librarians are hiding something. What is it?
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Now Carver Smithton has a paunched belly as stout as the beer that fills it. His upper lip is thick, fat and flat like a caterpillar run over by a semi on Highway 17.
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Trying to hide, and yet, what continued to permeate was the shiny.
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Words darken with smut and irony over time.
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The cornbread for dressing cools./
The cranberries boil with one cup each/
of sugar and water. The aromas are nice
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When I got out I didn't buya new suit of clothes, stepinto a bar, or bargainfor an hour with a whore.I walked from McGee Streetover to Russell and wonderedif Bus 16 still went out of its wayto loop around the traffic knotat the shopping mall. It'd drop you thereif you had…
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He trembled as she splayed open his palm...
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oh, sure i’m still running around like a heads-up/off/prophet/profit/fit trying to cut off my very own de/(con)instruction and all other sordid a•void•able & available /a-Babel-Trumpish towers of post & toastmodern doom/daze/haze
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As if reaching for the Divine was the problem
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(I woke once from a bad dream to throw them from the drawer, but my hands were so clammy, the coins stuck to my hand! I had to scrape them off my palm on the edge of the table.)
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...collapse of the human world. Go, cell phones!
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we all want to go down / because nothing north can be good.
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homelessness, you called the lie,
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I take her to the zoo, and the tigers get out. The little tigers, I mean. Cubs. Two of them.
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the Blue Ridge Mountains were entangled in their usual mist, but the early morning sky looked good
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Your precious feet were there once, pressed against the familiar floorboards, where your poems suddenly appeared to you, flashing like lightning. I wonder which window they came in? Here's a thought: you were like that window. You caught…
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Don't sleep. Tiny orange Balloons like seahorses are bobbing This way and that trying To get your hair to lift Off its marvelously mud- Swamped and pillowy support beams, blue sea strand by green. Don't you want to see…
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I'm panicking trying to think of the next line in this poem
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...swallowed like a radiant yolk by an epicurean barracuda.
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the only safe place for him was anywhere he and Barkley could huddle,
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A supermodel, carrying a large Valentine’s box, fell on the ice.
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A young girl wavering between celibacy and punk mother-lust despair came to visit us each night
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She can tell you seven things she doesn’t love about her face.
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Only the occasional kindness of a stranger,//
The curve of his back, a slope rushing past me,//
Is luminous, the coin pressed in my hand . . .////
And yes, I beg.////
I open my palm//
As Jesus did.//
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Can you find happiness in the middle of a kidney stone attack?
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She always wore a little smile. When she took off her robe, the class grew quiet.
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We lived across, the street, across North Govenor, from a pretty art student whose stripper name was Jan the Blonde Bombshell.
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