757 19 6
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I realize I am standing with my hands on my naked hips, my panties and shorts are clumped around my left ankle.
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1178 19 9
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A bedridden ward of the state,/
warehoused in a nursing home,/
unable to drive to the liquor store/
for whiskey and cigarettes,
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I’m in the Grand Central Station bar-- the one at the top of the stairs-- waiting for my husband to enter so I can watch him. The bar is crowded, everyone getting in that last beer before heading back to whiney children and tired spouses.
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1863 19 11
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It's been sixteen days since I spoke with another soul. I don't mind much, but I know enough about people to know most would think I'm mighty odd. Muriel, for example. She'd be pissed as all get out. …
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1919 19 9
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I screwed my courage to the sticking point and asked him if he had shot down any Japanese airplanes. He grinned at me. “One,” he said.
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1929 19 12
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He held my little hand in his and guided it through the dirt.
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3957 19 8
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Once upon a time, on March 8, 2011, to be exact, there was a flash fiction writer named Rinsewater who had a novel idea – flash fiction writers whose stories were published by indie lit magazines must be paid for their work!
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1593 19 11
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I'm just a rental dog myself
looking for the guardian of starlight
peeing on the expired parking meters
and barking up all the wrong trees.
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1562 19 12
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I was to limp with stunned, growing horror, as I navigated through the swirling smoke and maze of human corpses...
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1912 19 8
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YKK is a zipper manufacturer whose initials stand for Yoshida Kōgyō Kabushikigaisha. A boy told me (and I believed as a child) that YKK was my name in code.
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2243 19 11
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Her bulldozer of a husband died five years ago.
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1622 19 11
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Today the isobars are far apart.
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3861 19 5
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I sprawl, I spill and I splutter
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1933 19 8
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A discussion at the homeless colony under the expressway overpass crossing the river:
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1362 19 10
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I can admire Falling Water
and find Mr. Wright a complete shit.
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1769 19 11
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Emma pushes through the door of the corner market, aiming briskly for her car, keys in one hand, grocery bag in the other, shoulder bag slung. Best not to make eye contact with the loitering boozers and bikers from the bar next door. Double take. Can't…
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1338 19 11
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There is no there or where but rather/
trajectories of probability
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1636 18 5
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The day you came home, after three extended tours in Afghanistan, I wanted to welcome you at the bus station, but I was afraid you'd attach yourself to me again.
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1926 18 10
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She was a forward-motion girl. She never bothered to learn to walk as a baby. Instead, she stood up and ran.
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1607 18 13
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Taken by agents of the United States of America, Felix Six-Killer grows up at the Carlisle Indian School near Philadelphia, the city of brotherly love. His hair is cut and oiled. His shirts are starched and creased. For months he is startled to find himself seated for…
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2045 18 13
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A woman with spirit appeals to men who fish because she is still alive.
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2350 18 13
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Donnie remembers just in time. So we run practically every stop sign and red light in town, and get there just before they close.
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1664 18 12
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Reality winks at us then scampers off
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1859 18 15
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We're not here for idle chit-chat, or ESPN, or fish tacos.
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2969 18 16
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How freeing to writhe under someone with more muscles than fat, who could keep it up longer than minute, who afterwards stroked my hair and if he noticed the fine silver strands by my ears didn’t mention them. I forget his name...
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1483 18 10
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I loved without marriage and the men loved without divorce and we loved a twenty-four-year-old eating and how gracious she shone over a tame bottle of beer.
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1727 18 13
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Rough sonnet about faded love
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2062 18 7
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the heat and energy it takes
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1797 18 14
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it corrupts the smells//
and flavors of the world/
and plants its swollen face
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1595 18 10
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I’ve blown out my shag haircut
and it’s big.
BIG-big.
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