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i thirst always
for that poetic mouthful
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eleven o'clock spills
despair all over
our bedspread
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fun fact: a doll's legs will twitch
while being scalped
but only for just a little bit
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So, what?/
So what?/
So? What?
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The Strummer on my page / thrashes his guitar / in the back seat of / a cherry red Cadillac / convertible
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You wanted to be a writer. Now you’re a writer.
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Every night famous authors read not only to us, but to a duck. A wild female who emerged from the lake just as we were gathering, settled her gray-brown feathers down not three feet from the podium, tucked her head inside her wing, and remained there. If the duck liked…
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There are enough words for everyone.
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...I grew up in a provincial town which at the time had no bookstore and no library — no library even at school...
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Kelly looked at her screen. Did she really just type that? Is she really going that cliche? Apparently so. She sighed. "Well I can't erase it for fear of losing words so I might as well just go with it."
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Or at least that is the way Dad explained it one night after finishing the Emergency Vodka he hid behind the ice trays on his last night in the old apartment in Providence.
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About halfway through reading some book that was supposed to be some really deep shit, I decided to write my own book instead.
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I have two of those hand exercisers jamming the
tray and keeping it locked in place
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Two giant greasy hands were working those breasts hard, squeezing and tugging and pulling. She didn't holler.
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