1940 16 13
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Write a poem in which your father is a dog and you are his leash.
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19402719
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On the bus I sat like an ounce.
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194074
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The things we do for books, she thought.
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194084
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I want crazy at my funeral. I want clowns, a petting zoo, fireworks, craps tables, male and female strippers, and a three-person band composed of old men wearing striped vests, black pants, and straw hats: one plays a banjo, another on tuba, and…
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194011
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"Ah, finally the rain stopped pouring!" She opens the window to let the sticky air out of the house. The colours outside have changed. The air is clear and the sky turns into light pink while the sun is drowning at the horizon. She takes a deep breath. The…
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193911
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What? No, no, where did my world go? I was in the middle of… something. What's going on? What's stroking my face?
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1939115
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Hippy health food. It all began with Hannah’s homemade granola.
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193921
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Enter Tipitina’s – the rotation hole
where electric, shoeless uncles
allocate their copper goulashes
to catch white dripwater.
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193933
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I can tread water like this for months maybe longer
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193800
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It seems every time we get together, Seiko is there. She just started working in Keiko's department and now they're always together. I think Keiko feels responsible for Seiko. Like if Seiko's not getting any, it's bad manners for Keiko to do it.
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1938129
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the Great Way itself is very smooth and straight,/but folks take to the challenge of rough, wild roads.
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193876
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She realised that things you can't prove can be more intimate than the things you know to be true.
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193887
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Don't sleep. Tiny orange Balloons like seahorses are bobbing This way and that trying To get your hair to lift Off its marvelously mud- Swamped and pillowy support beams, blue sea strand by green. Don't you want to see…
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19382417
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He wore his hip in his hips, his lipsShe wanted to know if he would lick the edgesWhen he pulled the coffee cup from his mouthA bit of foam clung to his moustacheShe watched it there, wondering if he wouldTwirl it off with his fingersOr lick it, his tongue darting out like…
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193800
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Jack thinks I should carry a loaded gun in my purse.
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193786
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“Mules don’t like to dive, Esther.”
“I said maybe, Hugh. Maybe.”
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1937134
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. . . she didn’t bow her head.
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193700
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Where was it? Tino wondered, craning his neck, plastic bag in hand. He would have sworn there was a Barnes & Noble along this stretch. Had it closed since his mother had last been in the hospital two years ago?
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1937109
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We watch the news together every day.
10 minutes total; flashes of tragedy broken up with fluffy current events.
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193711
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“They picked me up in their spaceship about noon,” Austin Grantham says to me while pulling up an apple crate to use as a stool.
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193721
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For ten minutes I would have to sit perfectly still on the edge of her bed, thinking of Road Runner and the Flash and wishing I could do anything but sit there with my feet in warm, foamy water.
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193754
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Her pudgy face, flour-coated and sugary and so life-nurturing in the past, had a different spark now, a searching look I’d seen as soon as she opened the door.
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193793
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She wrapped her legs around him. His hand barely held the rope and later he could not have said if it happened above or below the water’s surface.
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193762
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The question posed a voluptuous riddle. Were these frenzied silhouettes
gestures of Jackson Pollock’s dribble?
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193632
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The Bird King suffers from phantom head syndrome. Ever since his decapitation by a critic, he has felt pain where his head used to be. Sometimes it wakes him in the night. It's so excruciating, he fumbles for a saw. But alas! there's nothing to chop off.He's seen every…
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1936103
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He wanted me to learn the business, to become the son he always wanted but never had. I eagerly complied.
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193600
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“Where are you going?” asked the young man. Teary-eyed and beaten, he gently put his hands on the shoulders of Snow-child, her back turned from him. “Home,” Snow-child said. “I'm going back to Norway.” …
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19362316
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They will take you, naked,
and put their tongues and fingers
into intimate, erogenous openings
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1936183
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she peeled back
the white wrapper
from around her
ice cream sandwich
slowly, methodically
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193663
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Seph loved to scare her mother in the garden by picking up a worm with the tines of her gardening fork and chasing her with it, the dirty-pink body twisting on the end. Dee would scream a little, always eyes on the worm, and run slowly, as if…
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