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    My mother—the biological mother, the glamorous and manipulative one—called last night. I had no choice but to answer to her inquiries, and commiserate with her mundane misfortunes. “He insists on carpet. That’s fertile breeding grounds for dust mites. He can vacuum it, because I didn’t wan...
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    when your love is unrequited you resort to witticisms exaggerations of beauty you step into the limelight of a halogen street lamp the sidewalk is your comedy club the rain makes the concrete acoustically esoteric this is where the banter begins choreograph your wordplay around Romeo's...
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    today I watch them kill a boy stick thin and barely ten years old blue-skinned he shivers from the cold I can hear his ribs make noise like shiny wind chimes in August they wrap his face in a bag the cloth is black but I know the bag is clear I can see everything pearls trailing down his ...
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    my head feels as soft as my pillow malleable and full of cotton nothing grows in these fibrous clouds the stringent soap and hot water exterminate any fungus insect rodent bacterium or leopard in its budding stages my pillow and my head are clean no torturous scratching or waking trapp...
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    when I catch you in my net I will gut you with a spoon like the fishermen scoop eggs from fat salmon tummies your white fishbelly would cleave smoothly and so linearly that engineers would use your skin flaps for rulers I will steam you with ginger to counter your lily liver and beer t...
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    He bought me a ring Silver, platinum Whatever was in fashion Since old days It was set with ruby Amethyst, pearl Whatever’s in fashion These days I could care less For fashion But more for passion Passion’s love’s nutrition Apples The forbidden fruit Luscious S...
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    Your unctuous skin Your missing chin Your head a bowling ball Shiny and greasy With the stinkiest fish oil I want to stick my fingers In the triangle Of holes Of that bowling ball And throw you Down An alley Not of gleaming hardwood No A cat alley Claws swarm Claws sharp as ...

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