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fingers curves nipples toes long long legs hairs tongues breasts nails flash of teeth lust longing love fear soul full of hunger truths lies hopes words often not exchanged politics inhumane politicians inhumanity human to human atomic cluster bombs dropped on children we being our own ending of endings or must we?

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A lingerie spill in the Gulf of Mexico is stealing ratings From a CBC that’s stuffed with lying Tories – not conservative NDP (Unlike the Canadian government.) In other news, the Catholic establishment in Christ-like glory Loves its gay and lesbian transgender, bisexual, and genderqueer brethren. That has not stopped the iPad from sleeping with [...]

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In cases of rape sexual emotional abuse there is protocol. Victims are told: it’s not your fault. Then they hear rape jokes People talk about wife-beater t-shirts And they say that he’s still fun to have a beer with. It wasn’t rape rape and he didn’t mean to hurt you. I have wandered through the [...]

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No, it’s too painful – as always, I mostly forget having a reaction to this photograph. In my head, I think no one will understand – doesn’t seem possible, again. If I can just remember. Laughter over MacGyver versus Knight Rider every week. You might happily and often come back to me – up where [...]

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There is still a kind of strange girlish glee when I remember: The way I still thought the world of you after you nailed my forehead with that baseball The way I still thought the world of you when you left me behind and mostly forgot to call — for the next 18 years. I [...]

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Maybe it’s easier. Go through life assuming: you don’t mean anything to people. Then you don’t have to feel the pangs of wanting to. But just remember: it’s selfish.

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Once upon a time people knew how to use the phone — not just to text.

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I feel a lot better now, though, she says: over and over again. I can’t forget how your icy cold is still inside me, or how I’m supposed to say I feel a lot better now, though. I try to live with what happened and how I feel (like fingers digging into flesh). It would [...]

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Prison has: 12% of all Black American Men 20-34 (1.6% of their white friends) The death penalty will: murder 38% more Blacks than whites 28% of Black men will experience incarceration in this wasted lifetime. That is: millions and millions for every Barack Obama. Sailors talk of high and dry the ship is run aground [...]

Sing to me of the man, Muse, the man of twists and turns driven time and again off course, once he had plundered the hallowed heights of Troy. Sing to me of the man, Muse, and tell me: he saw hallowed heights of Troy Many cities of men he saw and learned their minds And [...]