10 4 0
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We are epochs and parsecs apart./
Nonetheless, I love the way your face/
displays the gentler spectrum
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1100
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I’m a writer of no small notoriety.
That’s right, you heard it.
That’s no, none,
none at all.
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you can reach me at
hashtag this!
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I learned He was a Schmuck when, on/
the mountaintop, with Abraham,/
I waited on His call: one Isaac, neat.
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2530
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Can’t crump like Trump
Cause he’s such a grump
He’s in a slump
But he’s no schlump
Gotta get over this hump
And give him a dump
But my breasts won’t pump
Cause I need a sump pump
Can’t crump like Trump
Cause he’s such a grump
He’s in a
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111253
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Dear Ray Bradbury, yesterday
was my thirteenth birthday, and I could not stop thinking of the
Mennonite girl in the milkwhite bonnet,
the squint of her eye, the twitch of her anxious finger on the trigger,
sudden holes bloomi
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91621
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This is Bop even if you think it doesn't sound like that.
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4321
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A fist against a table made of sand
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947137
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I find Vermeer and Bach and feel/
for a moment a shower of my own world’s/
prismatics.
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26854
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58640
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The dead turkey’s wife, or lover
Watching over his recent roadkilled carcass
Seeming to be mourning her loss
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780101
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feeding the lions, tigers
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33143
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There is nearly always
an explanation for the silence:/
of stars, embarrassed hope, time’s contumely./ Always too the questions beside themselves,/quicker than our nimble moves to unbutton/their too tight fitting constrictions./After loss especially
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66931
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As bad as it is you say it is not that bad, you say it made your Sunday.
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5030
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I passed by a roadside sign that said: Buy Vaseline
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