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We weren’t even nesting at that point. Helen took the stage with Tom. There were pies and drinks. It was so unlike Cambodia.<\/p>\n
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We left without training our eyes to the sundial and they fixed upon tin and other flashing metals, wire, neon, neon wire tracing the shapes of beer bottles and golf balls.<\/p>\n
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If only we’d left earlier. I spilled bleach on the couch and you said that’s okay, we’d just get white pants that’d get whiter when we sat on the white couch. It was like fighting.<\/p>\n
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What if it was all like that – I grab a piece of twine and my fingers unravel, wire pulling from the throat.<\/p>\n
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Surf city, here we come<\/b><\/p>\n
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Here every flower. Terror if you have to.<\/p>\n
He isn’t what he’s used to, little dead dream, breath and either he, husk entirely broadleaf he<\/p>\n
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Terror. If your father’s a racist say he’s not simple. Brickwork pleases nothing. Act slowly. Skin-colored hair clouds became mouthing each and every ever<\/p>\n
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just an afternoon with you entirely different sister. Once lit a friend on fire.<\/p>\n
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Here ‘s the Raider Nation<\/p>\n
chasing hate crimes<\/p>\n
that floral newness.<\/p>\n
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Mouthless prison person<\/p>\n
basically rap lyrics. Victor<\/p>\n
selling paragraphs. Go to CVS.<\/p>\n
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Paralysis says<\/p>\n
I love stickers. Consider<\/p>\n
the judge who doesn’t<\/p>\n
go shooting with his nephews.<\/p>\n
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She wasn’t a Satanist quite yet<\/p>\n
selling propane.<\/p>\n
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You tell me everything will end.<\/p>\n
You want this to be relative.<\/p>\n
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Tryptophan was exposed<\/p>\n
to be a myth of soporific foods.<\/p>\n
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The bestiary label does disturb me.<\/p>\n
I’ll write a song for Richard Petty.<\/p>\n
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Back to the skinny infomaniac<\/p>\n
almost fertile\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 drier<\/p>\n
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and we’ve all known boxers who say<\/p>\n
Everything is everything.<\/p>\n
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A semi-hidden apple orchard<\/p>\n
in the Superstition Mountains.<\/p>\n
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Mexicali Special’s what I call it<\/p>\n
Senorita. Suffer<\/p>\n
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Terminate you’d force react, sect or innate turn a planned handler sakes psalm. Hand begins your back, behind calf in a calfskin hat swear you didn’t do this, clever off to offer ear it ate and earache, oh, subject, swear you’ll eat it always, eating bear and mustard grave into a lake. Echo date with dentist later. He’s men or in mind missed hunting javelina.<\/p>\n
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\nSurf city, here we come<\/b><\/p>\n
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Where keep her<\/p>\n
the hair stain mulberry<\/p>\n
but mildew’s more it<\/p>\n
your red hairs go<\/p>\n
here every mirror<\/p>\n
knives you’ve given me<\/p>\n
where I keep the<\/p>\n
knives you’ve given me<\/p>\n
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an hour<\/p>\n
or two ago, ten trembling knives<\/p>\n
thinking, we all have brown hair<\/p>\n
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Offered one more<\/p>\n
egg or another<\/p>\n
else elastic\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 noises, no<\/p>\n
oh, reify, recap demonaic,<\/p>\n
miasmal humming<\/p>\n
ending awfully early<\/p>\n
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isn’t excess convalescent<\/p>\n
as hiding near a closet<\/p>\n
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There was a collage you’d made and it<\/p>\n
was peeling. Little trucks and grey pills<\/p>\n
and plastic mannequins. You light<\/p>\n
a match and burn the door open.<\/p>\n
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When you made the collage I said<\/p>\n
I feel like rotting ice which was because<\/p>\n
of the TB scare. Spindles and pins were<\/p>\n
everywhere we felt like wool. We felt<\/p>\n
like bowling. We were breathing<\/p>\n
the fast breath of showers and we were dead.<\/p>\n
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Your wrist is split you paint the walls<\/p>\n
white with your kiss. I remembered a can.<\/p>\n
Is tin. Is paper plate is glue.<\/p>\n
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I see your<\/p>\n
eyes going green and I know this is<\/p>\n
Delaware. Carve me a lilac. It’s Sunday.<\/p>\n
We stayed too far from the dam.<\/p>\n
You scare, you give, you claws.<\/p>\n
My books are made of wax.<\/p>\n
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Your skin peels like a magnet hold<\/p>\n
my hand I know you’re grey you<\/p>\n
hold my hand. I like that song<\/p>\n
because nobody’s excited about surf city<\/p>\n
everybody’s already there.<\/p>\n
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There is no north in Delaware. One<\/p>\n
toothache. One Carolina.<\/p>\n
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\nSurf city, here we come<\/b><\/p>\n
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liquid difference, misses<\/p>\n
or us<\/p>\n
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and I am not alright<\/p>\n
with farmers<\/p>\n
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deleting serenades is one thing<\/p>\n
if you’re curious<\/p>\n
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red ink<\/p>\n
slitted missive gutted pomegranate<\/p>\n
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What trips me is liquid<\/p>\n
been waiting for you<\/p>\n
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knowing portends forgetting<\/p>\n
form-fitting<\/p>\n
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you being the slow fruit of me<\/p>\n
do me in<\/p>\n
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O, Enumerator<\/p>\n
licking cave<\/p>\n
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barrenness in tryst<\/p>\n
you my this<\/p>\n
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Here’s about you<\/p>\n
about a lung or two<\/p>\n
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\nSurf city, here we come<\/b><\/p>\n
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Be psychotic for the vanity. The incest of nothingness.<\/p>\n
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The chickens are pissed. Why are the framers working on the house next door the day before Thanksgiving.<\/p>\n
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Brilliance is mimicry, a blind uncle. As in the loneliness of forestry professions.<\/p>\n
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The school shootings are inevitable. Here s a symphony – invest in razor rash, my symphony. The sodium is so affordable.<\/p>\n
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Meadows confuse her with their sweatshirts and dead batteries. God bless us for being born American. Amen.<\/p>\n
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\nSurf city, here we come<\/b><\/p>\n
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Everything is gift wrapping. Never went outside. Not finding things affects ruins leaving everything blank or blankening and moths – easy phantoms.<\/p>\n
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I threw grease from the rooster we killed on the shed.
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