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Remember the glass changing room just off the pool terrace? It's been replaced by a juice bar. Seems fitting, really.
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The violin hung on the wall after that, a witness.
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The sand felt warm, the way it usually was on Saturday afternoons in Seaside Heights; face down on the beach under a hot July sun that burned my back and shoulders
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My only brother. Frantic flesh clings to bone.
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Alice writes three different versions of the letter. The last one is the most tempered, the most like her, but still it is such an unlike-her thing to do. The couple who lives above her has been disrupting her sleep nearly every night for the past three weeks. The woman's…
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1. The Walking Heart Attack Man has two outfits. In the summer he dresses in a short sleeve checkered button down shirt and high waisted Bermuda shorts with sandals. In the winter he wears dark pants and loafers with a gray corduroy coat…
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He had an addiction to elevating himself to higher levels of potential: some would call this ambition.
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Where I grew up, you did not venture casually into ocean waters.
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her parents were gone they sat on the love seat side by side saying nothing the longest time
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202521
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He had expected more -- at least his grandfather's classic Packard touring car.
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202410
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There was a man crying, walking his dog
and a woman drove by
on a flat tire
They brought coffee to the tables
in large glasses on white saucers
There’d be long silver spoons
with which to stir in strong
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202422
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She would have moved on to the next guy in the next bar, the one who looked like danger on a stick.
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It’s always fun and easy/
to punish the poor
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I bet if I went back, Old Stradlater would still be combing his gorgeous locks in front of the same goddam mirror.
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. . . clinging to life in a shroud of winter air. It veered up five flights to a sweltering summer night on the roof . . .
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Write a poem in which your father is a dog and you are his leash.
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In row nine, there was a lady on the window seat. Seeing the potential of space between us, I asked, “Mind if I take this one?”
“Not at all” she said as if she hadn't a friend in the world, apart from the poor bastard now sitting in seat 9D.
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Once upon a time, before there was Prairie, there was Swamp.
Therein lived Salamander and Snake. High above them, in the tops of Cypresses lived Woodpecker.
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I suppose the lazy trees would have a thing or two to say about love
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The painting was on loan from a gallery in Chicago. We stood there connecting the dots.
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ghosts are local plagues/of unexpended grief—tears/can't be bodiless.
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Dizzy but still alive
Inside this conversation
I ask if you have a sister
And if she'll know me
If I'm with you.
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The first husband was young and lovely. He had a little nose and long fingers he used for things like planting begonias in my clay pot. I did not do flowers. So that was nice.
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An armpit fart is a simulated sound of flatulence produced by creating a pocket of air between the armpit of a partially raised arm and the hand, then swiftly closing this pocket by bringing the arm close to the torso.
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1.There's a young woman in a nightclub seated next to a window out of which she watches the slow descent of snow, illuminated by strategic lights. She imagines herself falling with those flakes. Her friend has left her for the dance floor. The young woman is…
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We've worked silence over /
Like pros, our best work together.
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She brought the ends of her fingers to her mouth and moistened them in her warm saliva. The whorls of her prints glistened in the harsh light of the room, but it wasn't her own outlines she was interested in raising. His hand lay outstretched in his…
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He introduced me to key lime pie, and for this alone I would have loved him forever. It was an innocent time for me, and I was easy to please.
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“Would you consider renewing for the next season?”
“We’re not interested.”
“Can I ask you why?”
I considered my reply. I was thinking of mincing my words. The man on the other end of the line seemed, how should I put this, somewhat s
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I describe mine as uterine-based hysteria or Sex Test.
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