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Lifting a pear wedge to my lips, I hesitate and dip it into my bourbon instead. I notice a tiny sphere of liquid, suspended, glistening with the flame of the candle. The sweet, subtle scent tantalizes my senses. Careless, sticky fingers bring movement.…
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The juice that stays on my neck when you tip me back, catching me in an alleyway, holding me upright as the oranges tumble and strike the backs of my knees. You cup your strong-smelling, sticky-soft fingers around my ear and say let's blow this city.
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120584
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... we both know how we go to fresh air like fish, gasping.
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150494
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I walk into the fruit and vegetable market and she sees me right away. I've been trying to avoid her and have been successful for more than three weeks. The break-up was not a good one. I still have a scar over my left eye where the glass ashtray hit me.
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After years of unsustainable binge spending and a global economic semi-meltdown, most people have had to cut back on their expenses. Many folks are struggling to make do in this new and bewildering economy and we are all learning to live on our means, rather than beyond…
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Apples. As if you need more details.
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a poem about an abduction in my NYC neighborhood
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He went to sleep that night with one thought. He said it aloud, to make sure the island heard as well. Cuddled into his tarp and weeds, he whispered, "When you need me, I'll be ready."
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Nothing feels more like summer than a watermelon war.
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12131312
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screw everything, youth is plinko
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14997
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Days like this I operate this city
on muscle memory.
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No one has ever hurt a woman who is swinging a hammer and singing.
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Imagine the color when you close your eyes
and stare at the sun.
Then, crush it into a tiny ball, the size of your fist.
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