222 29 25
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220 28 21
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172 24 21
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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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196 20 19
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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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148 26 18
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sooner or later you realize
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173 18 16
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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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159 17 15
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132 20 16
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It's not me I'm worried about, he said.
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174 32 13
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192 13 14
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Alone on the platform, I waited for a train.
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149 18 13
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Squirrels and wild mice fear her shadow
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140 18 13
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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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133 27 12
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143 18 13
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It’s not the money. The money’s/
just a way of keeping score.
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137 16 13
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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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124 19 11
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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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117 16 13
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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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122 19 11
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I drove to you in April / and you loved me all through Illinois
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135 15 10
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Where we are going, we are hot meat and cha cha.
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129 12 11
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Jesus came strolling
by in his sandally Jesus foot sandals.
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109 14 11
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I dream of benzene rings/
and polymer shrouds
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136 17 10
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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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125 12 10
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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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115 12 9
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Who owns the moon? What title search/
could ever make a claim?
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112 14 9
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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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114 15 8
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I paid the doctor / You paid the doctor
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126 10 9
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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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141 12 8
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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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102 15 8
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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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159 10 7
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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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