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This gravity thing, I reckon, is enamored with me. It loves me so much that it has fettered me with itself.
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On this day, a blinding sky
holds ribbed reams of clouds,
staccato against staggering blue.
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I haven't felt my soul leave my body
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While watching the ever-present crowds
passing by on my insides, I noticed,
by accident, a man smiling
who might have been me, not sure.
Maybe I’m eating soap
for the first time, because I am
either frothing or foaming
at the mouth.
An
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The river waited for her patiently.
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My emulations always fail. At heart,/
I don’t want bougainvillea nor blushing pilgrims
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I'm not plagued with high levels. Must be all the raking I do. My pubes look as lush as my hair, so fire isn't even a concern. Maybe heat exhaustion is.This might be a poem,My oceans aren't small.
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"You are not a vintage radio. Not even close."
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Ghosts//
and the voice of God/
never actually visited you
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Today, I am almost entirely self-coincidental, though I still feel a lag lurking somewhere.
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They should have shot me when I turned 80, a bullet right between my sunken eyes.
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ornery women / in tall hats, suspender dads, kids deformed with / ribbons
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Michael had become quite accustomed to his morning routine. He woke at seven, made his coffee, and stepped onto the front porch with a steaming cup and a fresh cigarette.
He sat there for ten minutes or so, watching the neighborhood prepare for their d
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Then for a few seconds, maybe even a minute or two, we wallow in a sensual shower of raw emotion. Our defenses are nonexistent and we are overwhelmed with care and gratitude. Suddenly, we love our enemies and are willing to forgive our trespassers.
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How strangely perfect it is To see this man memorializedAn author, so I'll always cheerThough I haven't yet read his worksA secret perhaps best keptThe shame of an English major, the shame of a friendHow strangely perfect it is To read even the names paying…
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The impression old Updike left on a young mind.
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No one has the right/
to script how someone dies.
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There were more of us before, laying in a puddle cuddling on the floor with heads tucked into the crooks of arms where light scattered their crowns in the morning and no machine exists for me to use trying to find that morning again. Carl could go off the side of the…
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A patient with a B-Cup hygienists hears “The tissue is a little red around this back molar" as "I missed you in my little bed this morning."
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Put down your bazooka, Marianne.
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Abigail dragged the monkey Nathanial, her favorite plush toy, in the red dust as her parents moved crummy looking cardboard boxes from the house into the back of the custard colored Winnebago. This wasn't the first time she had ever seen a Winnebago; her friend…
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Fingers scrabble idly at pocket seams, forage between teeth, grasp for tepid cups, patter a drumbeat on knees.
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I am one of 14.8 million Americans affected by depression or about 6.7% of the American population 16 and older. My episodes are cyclical and my first episode was at age 16. I assumed it was because my mother was sent to Auschwitz at 16 …
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I sat on the corner of her desk ... Angela Merkel can be a sweetie when she wants to be.
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It’s not the money. The money’s/
just a way of keeping score.
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Lupe says stealing is bad whether it's from a Baptist or a Catholic.
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On a trail, Richard and I came upon a saguaro cactus that had dried in the shape of a human figure. Its arms were lifted and its back was stooped. I said, “It looks like my mother.”
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Tonight’s concert was called Desert.
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