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I wear a white dress.
I vomit on hers.
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His wife had just come from the gynecologist and was toying with her French fries.
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It's eerie. There are no birds. My friend and I take our morning walk in a bubble of silence.
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Sid, the owner of the red convertible, always slept with his twin Lhasa Apsos, Helpless and Hopeless. He was an early riser and took his “girls”, as he called them, out for a brief walk, yes, and also he was up early to take his morning penicillin because he…
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the wind mistook your arms for wings
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I assemble myself daily//
from the ready-mades/
of a fast talking world,
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R just sent me a funny text:
Nice nice shit rainbows
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Imagine the poem written with a pistol at your head.
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The rain is no terrible epitaph
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A wrinkled man lie atop an ivory-clad mattress, matched sheets covered his body, matched hair covered his head.
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Martín stood over the slow, labored panting as if it were a mystery he could not explain. The dog lay on the frayed pillow bed, a knot of fur and skin, in his father’s office. One eye, like an almond floating in milk, stared up at the boy.
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Her husband wouldn’t let her call an exterminator. That doesn't work, he said. The real reason he said no was that he was cheap.
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She was sick and tired of marriage. She didn't want to be a mother, but now she was.
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you may meet the man of your dreams.
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He had the cannonball head of Hemingway, the stump neck, sloping shoulders and barrel chest.
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A woman posted a story on Fictionaut about discovering that her husband was a werewolf.
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a bird who gives messages
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I realize the kid is still smoking. Shocked, I tear the cigarette from his mouth, throw it to the earth, and grind it to death with the heel of my boot.
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Frenchie hustled waffle irons.
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We danced the pee dance after too much Seven Up and tasted odd Jello dishes.
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When Kat returned home from The East Street Wars, she learned that her epileptic lover, White Dog, died from madness
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It is indisputable that poets love roadkill...
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chains across all the old doors
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There are lines//
across time, beyond the tug/
of elections and fashion,/
beyond the turbulence of history
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I am the ritual/
banalities of days numbered,/
numberless, and numb.
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I suggested when we passed the flesh shack that we turn around and that I go in and say to the sex workers that the Russians are fetching $3.5K per hour in Manhattan and it's private, unlike there at that road-side shack.
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