Any time a beat-up briefcase appears at your door with a typewritten note explaining that the contents within are long forgotten writings from an eccentric puppeteer, you take time to read each piece of paper, napkin, and receipt. And when the note continues on to explain the mysterious disappearance, and even more mysterious life, of [...]

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Waste white thighs spread against the plastic rim of the toilet seat. a relaxation, a release and yet – a lack of control. I couldn’t stop it now if I wanted to. under the crack in the door leak voices from the screen muted sounds telling of a child gone missing, another life snuffed in [...]

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But you like forests better. How, in the same breath that passes through the crooked bloom of your mouth, can you sigh exhausted, “Oh Christ!” and then ask if I ever wonder what sound a deer makes as it’s dying? You feel roots ruining proof of humanity: The mattress rots beneath trees, its white cover [...]

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Curtains Closed like blinds on an afternoon of what Is going on beyond, could be a musical, Could be a massacre, or an opportunity To fall in love with one or two selves That illusion best kept in place By a velvet rope that frames That heavy, satin curtain, collecting Splices of memories, condensed With [...]

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As we waited, his wife watched Sleeveless arms pump Gas into a small pickup And write a check For a case of beer “He ran home to shower” She said, he had closed The shop for the evening And was on his way to relieve Her from the cash register From the shoulder Of this [...]

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Life is death unless danced and sung not rushed through as means to an end. Raptured, continuing through him and her unencumbered, they dance on together. “Happiness, not real-unless shared!” with tremendous hands, The Stars watch in care. Life, the purloined music from which we play wreaking more of dust, but danced on anyway.

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so there’s this guy with two shopping bags. and he walks in front of this tank. as if the great big eye of god or history were an engine of simple destruction. of social change roaring for war. and this armored goliath shifts gears from crowding peasants to eating students. cracking small bones while affixing [...]

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Do I take my pale pill today? In the side pocket of my backpack It peers through the mesh I have no food No drink to assuage its chemical dispersal Do I take only half and taper down the dosage Until just these two eyes confront the day? A little lighter from a clear plastic [...]

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