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I was in a box. On a porcelain throne. In the acoustically annoying Executive Ladies’ Room. I had peed on the stick, and didn’t like the color I’d drawn.
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842
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I did not know it was you at first. You tricked me in your feathered form, a fine white tuxedo and black tie, your dark shoes polished to shine on Mars. You were a god to me but I still didn't recognize you at the lake. You floated out of the dark, froth
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I saw the satyr eyelashes and forearm chalk / and gold rings through his nostrils so I asked
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If girls have keys for fingers then locks cannot hold them.
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I didn't notice or care that I was stripped down to just high heels, that he had placed a mirror next to the bed. I just wondered who we were looking at.
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I'll be honest, and tell you that I am in a bad way. The weather is very hot up here, extremely so, almost hellish.
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wrap me in the soft, cool blanket of night. waning,the moon peers down at melike the heavy-lidded eye of some cyclops. and if I be lost like poor Odysseus,cloak me in the soft, warm wool of night. and if my eyes fail me like old Tiresias,stitch the cloth with…
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Over the stained fence the spectres flew and that is where the rain was turning colder and colder in the time when the trees had become mostly bare.
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Forty years is a very long time to live with someone.Ellen stood motionless at the curtainless kitchen window, staring at the autumnal woods, looking for signs of the various animals that frequented her property. She had done this every morning and every evening since Jim…
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She dreams she is sitting on a tripod under the watchful eyes of Apollo, with the bodies of pilgrims snaking up the path, shuffling side to side, edging ever closer to her temple. Bags of grain, and other goods, are balanced on their backs. Young lambs, cradled in juvenile…
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On an overcast and humid day in August, Jesus—with Dad’s permission, of course—decided to make his grand return.
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Now it should be mentioned here
This is certainly the time
That Cunegunda lived in Ipswich
A beastly place to rhyme.
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artemis is but a mincing fawn:/ no sacred bitches need i in my ranks,/ nor hunting dogs to tear a man apart/ when i have teeth enough to bruise fine flanks.
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That's demeaning enough, but not as hard to take as the customers. They're all jaded hipsters, thumb diddling smartphone freaks, pretending their online interactions actually count as relationships and that “tweets” are real conversations. It's sad, reall
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The man with the truncheon emerged at the monorail car's forward connecting doorway. One moment the space was vacant, a faux-metal canvas for the dazzling sunlight streaming through a grime-encrusted window. When next Theseus Harrow looked up from his seat the…
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