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"...they ran shirtless like pagans under southern stars."
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191242
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So it was cancer. And so he was screwed, royally screwed. He was screwed all the more because he knew how screwed he was. He had to carry the shame of knowing, as much as he wanted to deny it, that this had been his first thought when he found out about h
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191222
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And you don't like much. No handholding or brand name sweaters. No phone calls late at night. This is not you. And you certainly don't go for kisses in the rain or cards from the grocery store with…
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1912129
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“Lightning has more longevity than I,”
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1912159
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She tells Tuesday's lover that there's nothing wrong with cheap thrills without anesthesia,
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191285
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Inspired by my last writers' workshop, where encouragement is key.
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191263
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Damn, I joke with myself, who was the fucking idiot that bought this cheap bottle of red wine?
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191222
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Janice’s jaw dropped when I told her how much we could get for it. “Enough to never work again and get a nice new pair of these,” I said, squeezing her tits.
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19122212
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The drinking will continue/
until morale improves
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191110
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I’ve been here before.
it wasn’t you though—
it was her before you,
and then she before her …
before you.
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191121
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Paper Bird, Devotchka, TV On The Radio
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19113114
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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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191100
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At the edge of the forest, his sister began to complain about how everybody—their mother and father and all of her friends included—hated her. It was exasperating, the light she sometimes put herself in. The fact of the matter was that she received more
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191182
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The depth of her love for Briana could only be heard on the 80’s ballads station fumbling from the stereo in Madi’s car, awkward, just like her smile.
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191166
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ghosts are local plagues/of unexpended grief—tears/can't be bodiless.
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1911184
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At night, I fold your name in origami doves and blow, hard, and you are disassembled come morning.
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191021
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The Bike Messenger on Lexington Avenue
Comes to rest
taking a moment
in the falling rain
slowly massaging the
veins at the top
of his bald head
Cracking his neck
while the yellow cabs start
honking behind him
Unwilling to mov
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191053
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Even though it was late November, it still bloomed. Extravagantly. Obviously it had no shame, obviously it reveled in its own beauty.
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1910176
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Tasha loved to tease the rain. She sat still with her legs folded on the bench, never once looking the clouds in the eye.
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1910910
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Together at last, we'd gotten this far toward the warm end of those sweet Promises we made, once, with our sincerest written and passed down smart Words, done all on our own deeds, with some real gusto, and offered them as Christmas Lights,…
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191020
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She’s right there in Thirsty’s. In her usual spot. Drinking her usual drink. Yuengling on tap. One after another.
And he’s there too. Behind the bar. Pouring drinks. One after another.
Sometimes they speak. But mostly she orders. He pours. And
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191000
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She administers the alkaloids slowly,
soaking the muscles in blight,
the body tissue beneath into corrosion.
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191063
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I can tell you all about rock bottom.
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191042
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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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190952
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She jumped into the hole the other day. The hole that sucks little girls into the universe, and doesn't return them. I had to watch it. I had to watch her sitting on the dock. Lean over, and fall in. I couldn't have saved her. Nor God. Or Jesus. Not the bridge. …
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19091510
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. . . quit being so rigid, open up to the pasta.
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190921
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Six thousand dollars was a small price for a man's life. Mario was in the back seat of the Honda with Johnny next to him handcuffed, all tense. Francisco had it on a rap station, the sort of music that gave Mario a headache.
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190933
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IN BOX 12 OF DD FORM 214, the Department of Defense requires a narrative reason for every military discharge. Mine reads: Continued involvement of a discreditable nature with civilian and military authorities.
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1909101
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The punchable faces in Manhattan multiply like cancer...
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190902
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I might as well just keep driving. Past my exit. Beyond my job. Just drive. Until the tank runs out of gas. A blank future is better than this bleak one.
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