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Some nights now I sit at my window
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Matt was among those rare creatures; an ideal kind of reader ...
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A sardonic moon/
surveys our plight and cackles.
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It was 14:24 official eBay time. Louise had spent hours looking at over 30,000 items under “Elvis Memorabilia"
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Maybe, after years of writing poems like letters, he began to notice that no one ever wrote him back.
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I hate turnstiles and revolving doors
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Unless we see it, probe it,
Name it, star by star, and feel
This awful, tenuous gratitude.
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"What's it like?"
Like everything else. We all do it, so how bad could it be?
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I am a housekeeper at a private women's college in upstate New York.
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My name's Barbara and don't call me Barbie if you want to be my friend.
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I used to be so certain
about right and wrong.
About choices and their consequences.
About heaven and hell
and how there was
no room in between
no space in between
no point in between
(take that point how you will)
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The sirens didn’t eat the sailors
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a few Hershey's Kisses tucked in with the note
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wonder
at all the things done
without regard for you at all.
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Walking down an unfamiliar street, / I heard a sudden caw of crows, / some thunder afar, strums of a lute— / a streetcar came flying along.
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Through feeling her life story,
I understood mine, more,
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After you lost sight in your left eye, mom made me go on the road with you that last summer to help you see.
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Sometimes we hurt ourselves, we scratch ourselves, we bleed — for a simple joy... All I wanted to do was to find the poplar again — the tree of my young arms, of my budding breasts. My fingers used to circle around its bold and vigorous waist, but in the…
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She'd had every reason to believe he'd be difficult, though he wasn't.
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We laugh at them, parading two-by-two, the elephants rolling tail to trunk across the makeshift gangplank, wide slats flexing under their sway. A pair of snakes contemplates gulping a pair of frogs and their clandestine movements stun a cricket and his mate. Birds squat…
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He bought his zillion-dollar megaphone,
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I remember the living room heater
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a fat crow rapturously caws over its good fortune...
not a morsel left on the street,
not even a bloodstain
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She rubs her head into mine...
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The trio stuffed their grilling equipment in a battered van and left for Dixieland Speedway at 4:30 am.
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