1809 20 10
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I invited Van Gogh over for some drinks and a chat. I'm talking about Vincent.
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21722015
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over tea & saltineshe read melike an obituary
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20602018
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or the voice that wants/
to be inscribed/
forgets the sounds
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2363208
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A supermodel, carrying a large Valentine’s box, fell on the ice.
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2366209
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“Your mother has problems,” he told the kids.
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2008209
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In that mix of sports and religion, TV was what there was of virtue. I thought bars were nicer.
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21052010
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A sardonic moon/
surveys our plight and cackles.
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3052011
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16562016
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The night before his mother's teeth began chattering.
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21652016
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Just bring me his head, that cerebral kiln of hot, ruddy verbiage and cadence.
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2241204
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In the hotel lobby, the gold light and warmth and flower arrangements were all lies, but they reminded us of spring. We imagined happiness. We checked in.
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2173206
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The book has known many women’s hands, something erotic and frequently checked out from our local library. Its cover depicts a man and a woman, both with improbable if not impossible bodies. I believe the term is bodice-ripper.
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1895206
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She lifts her head, nose heavenward. There’s a wet spot on my dress from our lovemaking, its aroma as heady as Claudine’s bouillabaisse. I hope she smells it.
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21222013
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She offers the girl a seat, asks her to stay for a minute, but she can’t, she just came by to say hello, and don’t you like my new raincoat?
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18632015
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The boys drank in one room. The girls in another. Always the same, no matter the letters.
Greek Letters.
Shabby sofa on the burnt-out lawn.
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2193209
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My mother’s old china no longer reflects. It’s value is now estimated as drywall.
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28922013
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Her eyes grew wide, moist, catching the low light, holding onto it as if an imprisoned lover. "So you come home." I smiled. Was she playing a game?
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21882010
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95452017
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The woman returns from the store with an armload of books. She reads them quickly, one by one, over the course of the next few weeks. But when she opens the last one, the woman frowns in surprise.
All the pages in the book are blank.
Every single one.
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2301207
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There are hundreds of fireflies crackling along the tree line and the old stonewall.
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26362014
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“We don’t drop litter. Pick it up.”
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2022010
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6% of anorexics die of their disorder, most of sudden heart failure.
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32502015
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In the air a shining heart, wet lungs releasing and releasing, your sweet milk head, your pulsating skin. Only an inch separates us. A shimmer of hot air trembles like boiling water above the highway. There are seeds floating in the sky. These things will become other…
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16312011
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the frost has made all tender greens bow
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27992012
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We’re friends and all but we’re just me and him friends, we’re not the kind of friends that you bring to supper.
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17262011
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The nearsighted world/
puts on its lenses
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26682012
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I'm Alice invading the garden,
looking for souls among cards
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27662022
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On the way over, on the ship, I met a girl from Cleveland.
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20582015
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Feminine, safe, though disembodied,/
she shapes your life in ways/
your mother never could.
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29552019
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A portrait of my sweetheart drawn while she is asleep: a passed-out angel illuminated by the light of dawn coming in from the bathroom window, one of her shoes missing.
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