1911 15 9
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She tells Tuesday's lover that there's nothing wrong with cheap thrills without anesthesia,
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1911 8 5
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What kind of person would she be remembered as if she died over night and someone looked in her freezer? She took out a package of bacon from the freezer that was dated 2009.
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1911 2 2
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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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1911 18 4
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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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1910 8 7
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After school watching American Bandstand with my two best friends, all three of us lusting after Bunny Gibson who’s all of sixteen, stacked, and very fucking hot.
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1910 6 3
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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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1910 6 3
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I can tell you all about rock bottom.
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1909 2 1
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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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1909 2 1
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Paper Bird, Devotchka, TV On The Radio
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1909 5 3
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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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1909 17 6
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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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1909 2 2
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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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1909 9 10
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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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1909 2 1
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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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1909 3 3
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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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1909 8 2
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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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1909 8 5
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Inspired by my last writers' workshop, where encouragement is key.
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1909 0 0
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She administers the alkaloids slowly,
soaking the muscles in blight,
the body tissue beneath into corrosion.
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1909 8 6
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I woke to a crash and the sound of coins rolling along the linoleum. “Mom?” She did not look up. Her shaking hand was gathering up the single crown coins, the fifty heller pieces. Triumphantly she rescued a ten crown note from the piggy bank shards. …
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1908 3 1
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"Not a fan?" Beth asks, feeling a sliver of happiness move through her. He furrows his brow. "Then what brings you here?"
"I'm here to pick up girls," Steve says simply. "Want to hit the buffet table? Want to run away to Mexico?"
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1908 31 14
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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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1908 12 9
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“Lightning has more longevity than I,”
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1908 2 1
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At 1 a.m. Route 205 is empty. Del drives. Carla sits in the darkness with the directions to the Nassau County Jail on her lap...
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1908 10 1
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The punchable faces in Manhattan multiply like cancer...
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1908 0 2
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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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1908 30 18
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I dreamed that coffee grounds had spilled on my Buffet. There was another clarinet, a silver one, that belonged to a man not in the room, that was clean of debris.
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1908 22 12
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The drinking will continue/
until morale improves
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1907 2 1
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The young male sat off by himself and nursed his wounds and a grudge.
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1907 13 11
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I am constricted by rings. The weight of self crushes me.
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1907 6 3
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They’ve thrown the painter in the trash upside down with his red pajamas and feet sticking up in the air, with his shoes on. The large red hand of judgement pointing at him, that gives us direction and law and shame, gives us a large red headache.
Whi
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