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After the shooting, they sent the boy away. He returned taller and heavier, a sulkier version of his earlier self.
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"... you shake your head and look down as if I am a mongrel dog who has pissed the Tabriz..."
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sooner or later you realize
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My job was take the falls, act the dope, finish at the wrong end of the slap stick for the blow off. I was Auguste, the fool; I drove the clown car.
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It's not me I'm worried about, he said.
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Alone on the platform, I waited for a train.
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Squirrels and wild mice fear her shadow
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I am long of tooth, too, and when I go, maybe a box with my ashes inside will join the boxes containing the cats’ remains.
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It’s not the money. The money’s/
just a way of keeping score.
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Their nouns are few and stark./
Ours are numerous and dappled/
or subtly shaded and shadowed/
by circumstance and possibility.
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Nobody has been able to use the washer and dryer for over a month now. Our neighbors have gone laundry crazy. They've become suds-a-holics. They wash everything. If it isn't nailed down, they wash it. Outboard engines, peculiar feelings, dominatrix boots, metaphors,…
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The first task was ridiculously easy. You rigged up the ladder from the unlocked communal laundry room. I climbed up and squeezed through the open bathroom window. I was skinny enough then to still fit through the bars, head, shoulders, and all. I opened the…
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I drove to you in April / and you loved me all through Illinois
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Where we are going, we are hot meat and cha cha.
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Jesus came strolling
by in his sandally Jesus foot sandals.
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I dream of benzene rings/
and polymer shrouds
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We don't breathe the same cold air We don't shadow the same Moon We don't herald the same sunsets We don't haunt the same abodes. And yet With our backs upon a damp stone crushed under ancient moss divans crawling with …
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I'm dying but that's not to say what you think it says. I've crossed the river of myself many times before and wandered to the shore, broken and drenched and full of the fever of dreams. Each time was a kind of ritual drying of my newly born wings, to try…
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Who owns the moon? What title search/
could ever make a claim?
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for the rush of longing
and brush with flight
that is her imagination
will surely lift her above the traffic
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I paid the doctor / You paid the doctor
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The fruit of thy womb, the shrapnel embedded in her belly, the damage done, the Lord have mercy. Seagulls throw themselves against the North wind, again and again, a perpetual motion of disappointment.
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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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This latest married man who lives at a great distance has leeched her energy in that very particular way such men do. Next to him, I am as interesting as long division.
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via google.com Tonight, Albert Albertson took me to a foreign film at the Cinemaclub - a Norwegian film in which ten gorgeous people died. The women had agonizingly beautiful noses. Their deaths were as agonizing as their noses, and it seemed fitting, or…
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