1944 20 10
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Went back to his cab and returned with a whip...
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17782011
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The stunned son knelt to understand then fell, his heart shredded by the hollow point.
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17502011
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The box thuds at your feet: mug, plant, wedding photo, the 25-year pen.
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19142012
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1391208
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I'm trying to make love to her but she wants to talk.
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21832018
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Can you see me dying? 'Not quite',
Said Mummy, 'because it happens
Very slowly all the time.
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17592013
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45392017
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The fallout came tangled with snow. We thought the sea would protect us. But it came from New Mexico greasy with Plumbbob’s vaporized pigs.
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17272010
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I invited Van Gogh over for some drinks and a chat. I'm talking about Vincent.
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20962015
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over tea & saltineshe read melike an obituary
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19972018
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or the voice that wants/
to be inscribed/
forgets the sounds
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2283208
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A supermodel, carrying a large Valentine’s box, fell on the ice.
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2309209
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“Your mother has problems,” he told the kids.
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1961209
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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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20172010
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A sardonic moon/
surveys our plight and cackles.
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3052011
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16062016
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The night before his mother's teeth began chattering.
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20832016
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Just bring me his head, that cerebral kiln of hot, ruddy verbiage and cadence.
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2165204
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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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2113206
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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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1853206
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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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20442013
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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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17862015
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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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2123209
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My mother’s old china no longer reflects. It’s value is now estimated as drywall.
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27992013
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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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21172010
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94132017
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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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2224207
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There are hundreds of fireflies crackling along the tree line and the old stonewall.
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25802014
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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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