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Someone set a pig aflame.
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When they tell you to choose your last meal, it probably hasn't dawned on you yet.
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Coyotes are like the French Resistance in Casablanca. If you kill them, hundreds--thousands!--rise to take their place.
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“You know this is your death car.”
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Pauleen tries to split open her legs because she doesn’t understand how to love someone without them.
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The boy buckled in and told his mom, “No mommy, I can do it myself”
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You beckon me with an aperitif.
The Kir Royal tingles, its bubbles tickling my nose.
Its subtle black courant pulls me into your smile.
I drink from your lips the champagne-tingle of your kiss.
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All I need is a break; to meet a woman who has access to a fruit fly database, either personally or through a trust established by her fruit-fly collecting grandfather.
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I got to Victoria station at quarter to eleven on a Friday with nothing but a small leather bag and the vague idea of getting out of London.
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On the plains there are no cliffs, no vast mountain ranges to persuade us that we were somewhere above the world. Yearning to escape the pull of the Earth was the big dream of a plains boy…
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these three remainders you, me and her are the legacy of simple math
and boolean logic, not so much
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More and more, as she watched him slide away from her in increments, she thought of that first summer together. How his searching hands would find her, any time of day, and pull her in for closer examination. How his eyes, his mouth, his tongue would set
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an awkward stage between
glued popsicle stick marsupial,
and mechanical tin foil mammal.
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Some people hate Waikiki. Not me. Most hotels had lounges with live music, either inside or around the pool. Evenings were spent bar hopping up and down the strip, Kalakaua Avenue. The bars stayed open till 4:00 a.m. It was safe to walk…
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I'll tell you what, Rick,
ten-thousand bucks?
[But] let Detroit go
bankrupt. I'm running
for office for Pete's sake,
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They watch her, scald her skin with hot eyes whose stares run up and down her body like lice.
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I do not know the species of birds here. /
The two I see playing on the balcony at night /
I can never call back.
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“I can’t believe you went ahead and got pregnant without me,” I said.
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They sway from his hips, the torn knapsack, and the corners of the pushcart
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Sometimes when I fall I see a ...
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Six weeks, four thousand dollars, and twelve hundred miles later, I figured I was done with the cleansing process.
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I knew I spoke out of turn when I asked my father's old friend Charlie Jobe what he thought would come of moving to the veterans' camp, or "Village of the Deranged", as the newspaper has since taken to calling it. That was their description after all the
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Enid closes her bedroom door when she changes her clothes but leaves it ajar when she's doing her face; is she hoping some small talk might reach her dainty ears?
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It's blues, bars and boots since you went away. You were wiferustled like sheep, like cattle.
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When I was young in the suburbs, there was an empty lot across from our house. Bulldozers cleared the trees, shredded the bushes, and piled mounds of dirt three times as tall as I. But they never built a house.The dirt mounds, chain-link fences, and neon signs were…
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A fat kid running;
the sounds of an ice-cream truck
—counterproductive.
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Hot sweaty bodies slam into each other to get aboard the overflowing subway car. I struggle to wedge myself though the sliding doors, bracing for more bodies to press against mine. The passengers in front of me suddenly stop and fan out.
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As we follow the trail and things snap beneath our feet, I tell myself that the snapped things take pleasure, find purpose even, in the sounds they make with my soles.
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It’s always daylight there
My brother comes running down the sidewalk
holding out his arms and calling my name
He’s wearing suspenders. He’s gotten thinner
in heaven
He embraces me warmly
wanting us to be friends
I give up trying to re
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“I can’t remember if it goes in or out,” was the reply.
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