November 2011
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Lovers_Boxer
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STAY
There are snowflakes on my tongue I want to melt on your inner thigh. There’s a face in the moon I still call Jesus some nights. My body is a temple where I’ve burned so many scriptures I see smoke every time I look in the mirror.
Kiss me where the flames turned blue. Tell me there are places on my skin That look exactly like the sky And your heart is a jet plane Heavy with the weight of...
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Dan Mangan__Robots
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“I’m thinking of the night that the lights went out and how I learned to...”
– Chris Pureka
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The long, Outstanding Saltation into Wild Open Air
In Chicago
Their bones are bright and full of freezer burn
All the bicycles in Chicago are drunk
The lips of Chicago wrap around me in sausage skin
The city is a heaving castle with asthma
rising
from a lake that does not end
shoulders full of concrete
black ice
lift me up
best people in the whole damn world
18 degrees outside
and still barbecuing.
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Church of the Broken Axe Handle
You are church The closest thing to salvation since people thought to hold hands while jumping to their deaths from the failure of buildings. Open the gates, my friend. Send Saint Peter home. All are now welcome. Turn on your golden lights. Guide us in. Someone you have been waiting for is coming. Guard your heart minimally. You can carry a knife and still trust everyone. Carry it in your...
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SIDESHOW
For a nickel, you can take a picture of me standing just so in front of a wooden board with a heart painted on it.
For a dime, you can take a picture with me, you squatting behind and peeking through like I’m one of those cardboard cut-outs of an “Indian Chief” or a unicorn or some other supposedly mythical creature.
When you offer a quarter, we move to the tent, dim-lit and...
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