1082 2 1
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if you don't quiver with anticipation you'll barely manage to explode
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50550
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How faintly her body takes on the dress like lint on the air, a faerie mote and the empties take on a form junked on the table. The storm is only over when disabled after the exclamation of the rain, a dancing staccato across the pea shell…
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113932
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I’ll tell you what’s wrong
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40821
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Later, the piano player will drip out tunes for the mugs who wander in for a sip in the late afternoon, and music will rise through the floorboards like steam off pavement after a summer rain.
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12000
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The otherness I slip off like a prophylactic saving humanity from a part of my self outliving me: the best remedy I've come up with to make the world a better place.
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109800
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try to keep him from eating the children
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38500
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Not for the first time I was being read by the book.A book is used to being readLike asNot for the first time I was being readBy the room in which I stood.Stared down by the walls; undressed by the bed.I wait for you.This is done and doneI wait for your breast to hold my…
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143500
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The pit of my stomach was bottoming out, this lurching sort-of feeling one experiences when one has coasted WELL OVER an abyss and has no way of finding one's bearings . . .
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6531
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Once or four times, I have sat with the future. It is the large number of dolphins stranded in Cape Cod these last two months. It rides the public bus and carries a cane made from a tree limb and a chunk of quartz. It is purifying itself in…
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9651
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Wendy O. sold souvenirs in Ft. Lauderdale
worked as a stripper in Europe
performed live sex acts in New York
wore S&M gear for her CBGB debut
she said, Love me or leave me
she said, Sweets, you take all that I have to give.
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2200
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I am always atoning that scar
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90220
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Meanwhile stars continue to surprise...
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122442
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Maybe she was crying before she got on the coach at Marble Arch, settled in the seat across from me, but by the time we reach Victoria Gate, tears stream down her face, mouth open to receive her own sacrament.Indian, ageless in tasteful floral, a blue sweater despite summer…
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70810
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The rocks are hot along the East RiverBelow hazy skies sent from Jersey Traffic.Pigeons peck at pieces of detritus,Walking calmly by pedestrians passingThrough the park during their allotted lunchHour. A girl with a strange frame —As if her ribs fused with her hips…
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82210
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So what happensTo the VFWIn a global economyAnd the monumentsErected in reverenceAfter the boysWho became menCame back homeTo be fathersThen grandfathersGreat-grandfathersAnd start to fall awayAs the days creep byThat petty paceOf politics as usualFamily DiasporasAnd maybe…
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