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I write in the morning when the world is bendy.
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We’re on The Worm. I dread the part where the train goes under the bay. I hold my breath until we safely emerge.
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The transformation in their domineering, sour mother revised her children’s memories of their childhoods.
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First have a good window seat
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Poetry is my rebellion/
against being what I’m not.
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Whenever talk dies, or darkness gathers too closely around the breakfast table, everyone knows the list of ritual activities we can brightly suggest to skip the day forward.
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Requires one of those leaps.
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In the summer when it's light out later it's my nature to linger a couple of hours in the park after work, just standing around watching the Downtown Divas working the corner, offering themselves to each male driver who stops for the light and I always joke with them about…
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I smelled the bleach of burst anemones
the sweet arousal of the Dungeness crabs
the seaweed of sour twigs and feces
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the Great Way itself is very smooth and straight,/but folks take to the challenge of rough, wild roads.
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When we were seventeen, after her dad, the preacher, finished his Sunday night church services that required our mandatory attendance, we'd walk to my car in the pasture-turned parking lot holding hands and stop at the passenger-side car door to kiss deeply, get…
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He fished a tissue from a hidden pocket and dabbed his forehead, then called the cops.
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It was just lying there by the side of the road next to a mailbox, pockets turned out, weeds kinda rolled flat around it. I counted three nickels, a dime, and a cigar butt too. I could sure use the change for gum, but I didn't want to get near it. It looked dead,…
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If I had a daughter, this it how it would be. It would be all, Stand up straight, missy, shoulders back, no slouching, and she'd be sulky, sullen, pouting, wilful, and I'd see in her eyes, which would be my eyes, that she was starting to hate me, and I'd
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Abominables do roam the earth; I know it.
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I guess the ultimate, penultimate failure
would be to write a love poem that
turned on everybody but you.
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We watch the news together every day.
10 minutes total; flashes of tragedy broken up with fluffy current events.
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Revocable Love It was easy lying there with My head on her left breast Listening to the strong Business-like beating of Her heart. She looked down and said Quietly, I told you my love Was revocable. I give it To many men and then I take It back. …
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untilled, weedy, left to rest
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anxiety
said Kierkegaard
is the dizziness
of freedom
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Pull her from the water and check
her pockets. Shouldn’t death tattoo
a message on each palm it removes
the pulse from.
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I watch my brother carry her into the hospital, and I love him with parts of myself I didn’t know were capable of love. I love my brother with the space behind my eyes, the skin between my fingers, the ends of my hair, the crease in my neck. I love him wi
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A friend of mine recently died and went to Heaven, or so I innocently thought. It was only when I received a letter a month later postmarked “The Island of Final Regrets” that I realized he was still in transit.
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... and August's drought/
will yellow lawns, singe the shrubs,/
and amplify cicada song.
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"...when my daddy found out about Jasper, it was too late— mama was already round-&-radiant with Jasper's child. "
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Katie loved butterflies. Katie loved daisies. Mainly, Katie loved presents.
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the two become one where/
all things end,
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