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Flies, ripe as raisins, lighted upon the neat piles of dog s**t, of which there were several. One, healthy and solid, and the last, still fresh, poo..
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“My wish for America is that it jettisons its self-delusions and admits to selfishness,” said the professor, “if only for my healt..
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A necklace, lain at the bottom of a drawer,
--evermore held to nothing—
ever neckless.
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Wintersmelt of standing water
and rivulets atwiner.
--patchwork path of shlupper’s quarter—
The steppardeeskippard and I:
the shin..
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O beauty!
And a plum-tipped finger…
Point me directions past.
Slightly stuck,
abled somewhat,
I commend the subtle shaft.
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She opened the door.
I lay in bed, holding to my chin the coverlet. She came to me softly, followed by a dark shape I did not recognize as Father t..
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In my eyes of dying there is a well-traveled light. It is the displaced light of a darkening sky: sticks in the hands of children, spears in the han..
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Two women havedrank, sitting side beside, discussed themselves. The elder, in town for the New Year, was the sister of the younger, the younger besi..
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Northernrow is subject to city planning. Southland is an individualistic affair. Regardless, they're all scared slightly yellow of each other.
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Omnce lay a pot,
lined within:
the dead pit and skin
of a shepherd's only plum.
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