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I dream of benzene rings/
and polymer shrouds
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300
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I told you that your pants were too long. You said the way they dragged on the ground, collecting subway grime, reminded you of a baby dressed in purple with a tattoo of flames on her wrist. That baby, I said, has come to end the cycle of oppression. Why else do you…
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3600
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I saw a picture of you, Grandma, lying in a hospital bed in a blue gown. My heart wanted to escape, like I'd swallowed a tiny yellow bird and its wings flapped beneath my sternum. Aunty said don't worry, it was only carpal tunnel surgery. Both hands. You'd…
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I dream of benzene rings/
and polymer shrouds
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20712
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They make a perfume of anything. You could smell like a peppermint cream or
a freshly mopped surgery; like semen spilled in a gym.
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113752
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jaws blossoming with drool,/ a captured wolf slinks low/ across the crowded land/ for that most tender lamb/ to catch it by surprise.
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91620
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Darkness on my mind
doesn't make me blind.
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107252
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We talk of his time in the jungle.
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81385
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Energy is constant though it may manifest/
as dust motes atop the housing of your monitor/
and in the fibers of the filter of your fan coil unit
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13991913
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It’s not the money. The money’s/
just a way of keeping score.
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3500
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A well-paid philosopher
Living among a whole flock
Of closet poets?
What will they
Think of next?
We can’t possibly beat them
Out of their grant-fed nests
With their great moth-eaten poems
Prostitution
By any other name
Would still sme
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9600
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57011
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Guilt is a full-time job
Without benefits
No vacations
No coffee breaks
No free lunch
No maternity leave
No paternity leave
All you get is the ability to be
Paralyzed with guilt
You will freeze in the night
Without a blanket
Becaus
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95877
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The arithmetic of human experience/
is always a losing game for some. Poor Jane. Rich Dick.
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74632
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No matter how many times
flies land on butter
they will never become
butterflies
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