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She walked into the oven juicy....
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Reams of saggy bunting intersect the streets.
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the birth of a long, dark age//
where the wealthy will be eaten by the poor/
and the poor will be eaten by disease
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Well
One thing
About eating
Shit, you
Learn not to
Nibble
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she suppurates, supplicates, operates, dredges through phrases she shakes, licks the truth from burnt edges, attempts to articulate fate from the ashes while Pluto, her final date, waits without passion.
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A curious kind of roadkill.
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Marcia
Get a load of
This
I got two pictures
Of food
Of food
Marcia
You're gonna
Love it
Look at this
I got one
Of just the salt and
Pepper shaker
God
You're gonna
Love this
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Your hair lightens in the summer
and darkens in my dreams
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How a breeze feels evaporating sweat on neck and forearms.
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When you need a vacation...from everything.
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There it was
One abandoned high heel shoe on the sidewalk
Could have been
Some kind of robbery
Though
Maybe it was just
The beginning of the
Walk of shame
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“Why did you order a chicken omelet?”
“Because I’m tired of asking which came first.”
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Do not spank the truth
Whatever else you do
You do not ever
Spank the truth
If you let the truth be spanked
You will be diminished
And it will never let you
Be finished, instead
When you are dead
You will dangle in the land
Between
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The lungs forsake their love of breath. The arms/
resist throwing off the small weight of sheets.
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