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He kissed her tits and thought of art
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Dear Erin,And people call ME a pussy. Fuck you,The Cunt
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The Gothic-filigreed gate creaks as a guard closes it behind the little girl in the ruffled dress. Standing there in the morning fog, on the sidewalk outside the reform school, she looks remarkably like Shirley Temple. Dimpled, chubby face. Pretty, party dress. Her…
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Through its branches we saw a couple. Teenagers, narrow and pale, two young birch trees, their roots twisted, submerged in the water.
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Andreas Cappelanus taught that the word / “love” comes from the word meaning / “to fish.”
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Conceptio culpa
Nasci pena
Labor vita
Necesse mori
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I'd rather slit my wrists with a Triscuit...
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Ed wants to watch the last half of the football game. His wife wants him to mow the lawn.
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...bush tail beside him his closest comfort next to the genes...
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Mama loves birds but is afraid to fly.
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Pholcidae...Daddy Long-Legs
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I turn my head. Time starts running.
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This morning I heard her downstairs trying to get away silently. I knew she would write a short goodbye note. I knew it would tell me her reason for leaving —she had to be free of my indifference. I dressed, finished my coffee, backed out of the driveway and went to…
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This year we have no need of spring!
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Words darken with smut and irony over time.
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Real men don’t screw around in Canada, he confided to the strawberry blonde sitting beside him at the Houston bar. He’d bought her a couple of beers, and her body language said she was interested.
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He ran his forefinger round the rim of the lid then sucked at his fingertip. The texture's like chalk, he thought, it tastes of earth. He hadn't anticipated this — but dipped his finger in again and swallowed. It was like scraping his tongue against a blackboard on…
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Poor souls. Likely they'll be poets.
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Walking in to work from an unfamiliar direction, I saw her, on a street I had never been down before. I was coming from his place, for the first time, after the first time. The first time, but not the first date. That's not me. I'm not one to... not one who... He worked…
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To See Who's There Able these days to search through centuries, I click, scribble, cut and paste, skim, reject, record, resurrect a wet stone wall, the smell of burning peat. Bob's your uncle, Peggy's …
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How a breeze feels evaporating sweat on neck and forearms.
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I’m practically naked; coral sundress, very damp panties, black with lace insets. I know I still smell like pussy.
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Suddenly a hand shot up on the other side of a hedge. “I’ll have one of those!” cried someone who remained invisible.
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So there is a party, yes, and I am invited.
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the cheek of you! to dream/ upon my sheets in schoolboy peace/ when here i lie,/ each second spent/ a tranquilized tiger cursed with awareness/ for all the flesh so near its maw.
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If I wanted cautious I wouldn't be in her bed. She would only sleep with her husband. Adultery is not for pussies. So I dive back into the conversation which has made my dick limp and ask where I'm wrong in our post-coital chatter and she says it doesn't
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This latest married man who lives at a great distance has leeched her energy in that very particular way such men do. Next to him, I am as interesting as long division.
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One by one I lost my desires.
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My first winter in Massachusetts feels medieval: cold, dark, and endless.
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