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Frozen pizza for dinner. I open the preheated oven door to cool off.
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I let men believeThe rhythm of the bassMakes me lose controlOf my feetMy legsMy hipsThat I must yield toThe frantic beatThat I don't mean toReveal these petticoatsBut of courseIt's all a showAnd men are simpleTo control This year marks the tenth anniversary of my first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular. To celebrate I'll be posting...
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In a room without clocks we sit in semicomfy chairs waiting for the storm
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Red pickup trucks run us down a wake of buzzards pick over our corpse even though we're not dead yet Discovered today that the collective noun for buzzards, specifically feeding buzzards, is a wake. I propose we also use that term for billionaires. For example, "The wake of billionaires at Trump's inaugural..."
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