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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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Harpo sits and looks at something I can't see. I drink beer and ask him questions. I ask him how they found the cancer. Backache, he says. He went to see a doctor.
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Snoopy flies in today. His goggles scratched, one ear torn and bleeding, but his eyes aglow.
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When the dark shadows of his limp eyes told us life was slowly seeping away, stolen by his stroke, his wife signed the “DO NOT RESUSCITATE” order and, tearfully leaving the room, she turns, asking a final question, “Think a needy family could use his…
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When did the air become warning?That clairvoyant delft and Delphic sky.What strange and ardent premonitionheld sway? Where were we goingbefore this hard work of constant falling?We were catching cabs and making breakfast,ironing, cursing late trains; hoping the deal…
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Scraping the baked on Bar B Q sauce from the grabbing ends of the stainless steel tongs has my total attention.
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"Life's Little Instruction Book." There are some words of wisdom here that I plan to ignore.
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Cousin Rudy pulled up a cod /
out of season /
we were rigged for haddock, /
it was dressed for the weather
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Where the Story LiesEverybody wants to knowwhere the story lies. Does itlie in childhood? Does it liein old age? Does it lie in anangry outburst or a stingingrebuke? Does it lie in a momentof compassion or in the recognitionof calloused selfishness? Bruisedlove or…
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You have transformed me into an aimless, sleepless wraith...
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One day we went for a hike. We climbed a small mountain. It’s called Mission Peak. We got about halfway up a steep trail, decided that was far enough. We embraced. She said “I love you,” and I said, “I love you, too.”
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you shimmered me with attention
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Quite frankly you are ruining my life. / I know you don’t mean to, but you are.
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