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Momma called them Vaughens, "a outfit," and said, "they shoulda throwed the book at that Darla Jean."
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They'd taken so much: ivory, rubber, copper, gold. Wealth for the grabbing. No remorse.
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...ghosts still resentful, ghosts far from home...
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She’d once read the Time-Life Encyclopedia on The Universe and became obsessed with the woman from Alabama who was singled out, by a rock from a far place, in her sleep.
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Fax me back to South Street listening to the dumpster / trumpeter, standing like licorice in the rain, / as the fetid officers assemble for the raid
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That’s a long time/
to live with the certainty/
of your death
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Breasts don't make you a woman, but no one told me that.
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“If they look that good in shorts.” I warned him once, in a candid, humorous moment, “Then they’re probably too young for you to look at.”
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What purpose other than misery/
can cancer serve? And Parkinson's,/
AIDS, and STDs?
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a snowflake won’t settle on a smoking furnace;
the fathers were never restless, it was always the earth that moved.
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Every morning, Wilma's husband Richard would cross the street and visit with a neighbor, always after the neighbor's husband left for work. Wilma was a loner, never bothered with neighbors. She enjoyed sitting on her patio in her lounge chair,…
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"You gonna be old before you're old," my father had told her.
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Xanax, A hand gun, And the courage to pull the trigger
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In the office supply store on Union, Jeremy, the stock boy, shelves tubs of rubber bands. Tubs with an easy-access pop-top and a see-through container. If Hendy saw these tubs, she would think these particular rubber bands resembled anorexic gummy-worms,
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tonight's sky is full:/each lunatic to his moon/sings separate songs.
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All young and loud and big and I swear her face like a lighthouse lamp, glowing—I remember thinking, ‘She’s drunk at nine in the morning.’
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Warning: reader beware, there's sex in the air.
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The heavyset blind woman came into the art opening without a dog or a cane.
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a little bitter for the better
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The slicing is easy. Blade barely touching skin, flesh separating into two clean parts. A breath, and blood fills in the space, an old friend materializing in the shadows. I am redolent with hope and desire. I can't stop thinking of how he excised himself from my…
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I was hope, and
you were what I can only call
consolation, as day after day you
remained a grief in my throat.
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I. Two cancer scares since June, one came up nothing the other nothing much. (My breasts are dense: I know all about moles— little bastards don't have to get sun to go nuts.) My manuscript travels ether to…
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strung from her window to a tree
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you were very very small, you were everso small, you were like – the tiniest creature, hopping about on one leg
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published in The Doctor T.J. Eckleburg Review.
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Your cairns/
are litter in the streets
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I knew my mother would die by the weekend
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