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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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He's kneeling on the floor of his West Village apartment, by the door, asking me to leave. He first said he saw someone once a week. But what he means is that they sleep together every night, as they live together, and spend their Sundays together.
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Enumerate the small delights/ this bright first morning
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Are they too old for life's little pleasures? The answer comes as I pass them on the canyon road one morning.
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Some believe the Scots were encouraged to emigrate, hired guns as it were, to Ireland to civilize that population.
If that's the case, we would see it as another evil English trick. In any case, we MacGowans are Scots Irish and Protestant.
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When his wife left him, a friend told him that resentments were like canceled checks. You weren't going to get your money back.
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We perform our chosen duty— naming/
beauties and atrocities within
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The fettuccine is a disaster. Mini-ants have invaded the container. Barry spots them in the boiling water after pouring in the pasta, not much more than floating black specks, but too many to ignore. He dumps out the pasta and returns to the closet to…
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My man wears chartreuse shoes.!
He wears chartreuse shoes like a new king
right there on Main St.!
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