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Oct. 31: Tonight I Steal Flowers from the Lost Girls

Tonight I Steal Flowers from the Lost Girls

I filled the old road with a bitter

fist, played the cassette all night, trembling,

face pale, a dizzy knife in my voice.

This is an erasure poem. Source Text: Stine, R. L. The Thrill Club. New York: Pocket, 1994. 141-148. Print.

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Oct. 30: Animal Across the Room

Animal Across the Room

I twisted my body, exhausted

on the phone, the fight in me aching

toward the floor—now I came to life.

This is an erasure poem. Source Text: Stine, R. L. The Thrill Club. New York: Pocket, 1994. 136-140. Print.

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Oct. 29: Smiling on the Floor

Smiling on the Floor

Soft, I was too much, a body pulled

from a blade, sharp, a new ending in

the throat. I crashed in the corner, free.

This is an erasure poem. Source Text: Stine, R. L. The Thrill Club. New York: Pocket, 1994. 131-135. Print.

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Oct. 28: Anything I Want Buzzing in the Walls

Anything I Want Buzzing in the Walls

I could hold that strange night like masks in

a window, dangerous after the

truth, a soft solution in my throat.

This is an erasure poem. Source Text: Stine, R. L. The Thrill Club. New York: Pocket, 1994. 121-125. Print.

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Oct. 27: A Minute in the Blue

A Minute in the Blue

Later the glass doors, like eyes, will scratch,

the silver noise raised firm after the

wall shook me— a hello held down strange.

This is an erasure poem. Source Text: Stine, R. L. The Thrill Club. New York: Pocket, 1994. 121-125. Print.

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Oct. 26: I Spoke Enough to Stop the Whispers

I Spoke Enough to Stop the Whispers

I remained away past midnight—the

blur gently pulled the door shut. I could

still feel the shivering behind me.

This is an erasure poem. Source Text: Stine, R. L. The Thrill Club. New York: Pocket, 1994. 116-120. Print.

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Oct. 25: Betrayed in the Parking Lot Tomorrow

Betrayed in the Parking Lot Tomorrow

I tried to fix TV dreams, out here

reluctant to go home, memory

the sweetest window shut and spinning.

This is an erasure poem. Source Text: Stine, R. L. The Thrill Club. New York: Pocket, 1994. 111-115. Print.

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Oct. 24: Unsteadily the Minute Widened

Unsteadily the Minute Widened

Beneath, the heavy grief knotted this

body, red and bent like a laugh; outside

fluorescent comfort, I’m your silence.

This is an erasure poem. Source Text: Stine, R. L. The Thrill Club. New York: Pocket, 1994. 106-110. Print.

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Oct. 23: Following the Suspicious Outside Tonight

Following the Suspicious Outside Tonight

All night I thought about the color

I found in burning, the music in

my head a strange window deep and warm.

This is an erasure poem. Source Text: Stine, R. L. The Thrill Club. New York: Pocket, 1994. 101-105. Print.

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Oct. 22: I Decide to Use the Afternoon to Ruin the Story

I Decide to Use the Afternoon to Ruin the Story

My mask like coffee I hide, always

the same, the picture you spun up in

your head, the best part just rushing past.

This is an erasure poem. Source Text: Stine, R. L. The Thrill Club. New York: Pocket, 1994. 96-100. Print.

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Oct. 21: Imaginary Remorse for Tonight’s Curiosity

Imaginary Remorse for Tonight’s Curiosity

My footsteps continued opening

an impulse to look back, freckles a

final thrill tearing it down so dark.

This is an erasure poem. Source Text: Stine, R. L. The Thrill Club. New York: Pocket, 1994. 91-95. Print.

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Oct. 20: Superstitious in the Ugliest Place

Superstitious in the Ugliest Place

On my last visit I touched a laugh

in the creep of sunshine, let my hand

slip into my pocket with the mail.

This is an erasure poem. Source Text: Stine, R. L. The Thrill Club. New York: Pocket, 1994. 87-90. Print.

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Oct 19. Vanishing Days in the Empty Door

Vanishing Days in the Empty Door

It was too late for the blushing of

maybe, for floating in morning, the

honey in my eye like a late song

This is an erasure poem. Source Text: Stine, R. L. The Thrill Club. New York: Pocket, 1994. 76-79. Print.

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Oct. 18: Kissing the Empty Phone

Kissing the Empty Phone

I forget the movies, dizzy in

the night, a lie to search for, a bell

around my wrist, a sharp breath away.

This is an erasure poem. Source Text: Stine, R. L. The Thrill Club. New York: Pocket, 1994. 76-80. Print.

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Oct. 17: I Don’t Believe the Voices in the Window

I Don’t Believe the Voices in the Window

I wondered at relief, protecting

the exact moment I hurried dead

into the music, strange and empty.

This is an erasure poem. Source Text: Stine, R. L. The Thrill Club. New York: Pocket, 1994. 71-75. Print.

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Oct. 6: Movies Swallowed and Confessed

Movies Swallowed and Confessed

Past hiding this sick I occupy

forgotten time, a blank mirror, a

question I’m holding for my mother.

This is an erasure poem. Source Text: Stine, R. L. The Thrill Club. New York: Pocket, 1994. 66-70. Print.

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Oct. 15: Welcome as I Broke the Wooden Dark

Welcome as I Broke the Wooden Dark

I got there twisted my key like the

sun in my eyes, somber as I pulled

closed my throat, the dirt in my hand clean.

This is an erasure poem. Source Text: Stine, R. L. The Thrill Club. New York: Pocket, 1994. 61-65. Print.

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