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Fingers of angry red welts crossed his face and neck.
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180811
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When I was six, my father brought home a fishbowl. Look out for the inhabitants, he said. You can play Neptune in their microcosm of the sea.
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18082117
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For my Dad
Happy Father's Day!
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180832
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“You wanna fight.”
And I say yes.
And he says –
“First, we gotta make out.”
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180852
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You’re mad as a hatter she said. Eons, eras of epochal proportions go by before you call me. I said recalibrate your linear thinking, incubator baby. I whispered permutations of wonder, told her secrets only the sufis know. We ate French goat cheese lac
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Tina saw a tear escape from beneath the frame of the man’s broken glasses. It followed the contour of his cheek until it quivered along his jaw line.
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180832
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You call the shit in this paper news? ‘Dog Accidentally Shoots Man With His Own Gun, Swedish Man Bursts Into Flames on Train Platform, The Truth About Elvis's Hidden Extraterrestrial Daughter.' Seriously? Enough about Elvis already.
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180842
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All right, so the frog I risked my lips on (not to mention the contents of my stomach) . . . .
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180730
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Harley Davidson fanny pack
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1807910
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I knew I needed to visit a beach / made entirely of sharks’ teeth
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180794
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Where I grew up, you did not venture casually into ocean waters.
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180700
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I carefully placed the knife back to its original position and, with poorly contained excitement, retrieved a palm from the fridge. It was slightly wrinkled, but it was just as fair as the rest of the pristine white in the fridge. It felt warm to my hands
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18071917
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A flash in seven chapters.
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18072114
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I don't want / to write about the body indulged, desires / denied, tortures invented, pleasures innate
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1807178
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Mama loves birds but is afraid to fly.
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180721
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And so the deal was struck. It was arranged that the empresario for the Plaza Mexico would buy the giant bull from Button for Hernando to fight. Come the Fiesta de la Fuerza Irresistible, the Great One would meet the bull that was born of a thunderclap at
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18063114
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The image was startlingly unfamiliar. Looking at it, no one would guess it had been their last attempt, their last failure. No one would believe that they had never really been that way, or that the life they shared was built on mind games, manipulation a
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180687
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Megan beat up on herself later over the unsaid.
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180611
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maybe if I bat my lashes just right, or look prim enough to fly, you just might touch me tonight, and the dream will pop and fizz and I will wake somewhere, your hands smoothing these lines of worry away.
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18061311
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Know what you’ll become? You’ll become one of those guys who masturbates in any single occupancy restroom that locks.
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18052013
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You died from a bad heart.
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18052916
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"...they ran shirtless like pagans under southern stars."
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1805139
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Things don’t happen here, life is so boring in this little Irish town.
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18052216
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Maybe she would get married and have a baby, she said. Not with me, I said
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180531
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Hipster-neutral dressed simulacra-person offers a glance and a wave, sudden as a ping-pong serve, designed to crowd your space and "pal" you but I dodge it — I'm practiced at this.
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18051813
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—Was it true, what you wrote in that poem?
—Pretty true.
—What do you mean “pretty true”? Was it true or wasn’t it?
—It was as close as you get to truth in poems.
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180553
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When farming started in September, I thought of gambling, of my childhood best friend’s marriage ruined due to gambling, and of farming as a trope for living in the Midwest.
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180564
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Where truth is revealed
To all, transparency
In policy, including
The REAL reasons
We are at war.
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180553
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a beautiful cool quiet day
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Write a poem in which your father is a dog and you are his leash.
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