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The same night your best friend of two years called you up to tell you they don't want to think about you anymore was the same night you had stood silently, leaning, head against the mustard wall in your mom's boyfriend's house, stuck listening to Randy…
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176273
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Maybe she thinks in Czech, dreams in German, pretends in English. Babylon is a beautiful place after all.
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1762116
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He has stubby, rough little fingers. Good.
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176210
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Gloomy night slippery as snake and duck.
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176286
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For me German was a school subject. For Hymen, who could pronounce German but not speak it, it was a poetic technique or element, shorthand for what ails the world.
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176200
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My name is Sydnée Figge, and this is the beginning of my story.
I suppose it should be said that even though people call me Syd, I am not a man. People who can actually see me know that right away, and I’m not ashamed of that even though I’m a bit olde
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The rain pelted down, it got dark, and they couldn't see a thing. The wind roared like a thousand locomotives.
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1761147
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I respect mom, she survived cancer and all while she was pregnant with me, but something about getting through all that crap made her heart tough, like an over-cooked piece of beef, and no one likes meat you have to chew forever.
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176100
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As we sat at the cafe, Darrell told me that he had to make a mushroom delivery to one of his clients in Berkeley. I never knew whether it was legal or illegal business he was on, and he made a point of not telling me, because he said it was better I didn
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176101
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The everlasting shone through when skirting the tenuous threshold of the two worlds.
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1761117
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when the surface of a photograph gets like this that it has gone blind
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176122
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"Don't fuss, hon. I just lick it off like tequila."
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17612014
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In the bearded sun, I see a golden goat.
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176182
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My piano tutor, a walnut-faced shrew, rapped my knuckles with her small plastic baton to smack them back into the proper tempo, an adagio I’d mastered weeks before. One hour until the audition and damn if this woman didn’t break the skin of two of my fing
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Every Thursday, around 11 am, right after the cemetery where I work receives the daily shipment of cremated remains to be interred, a frail nonagenarian steps out of the driver's seat of his Lincoln Continental and walks, unassisted, up a flight of twenty granite steps,…
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176144
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Our Lord Savior Google/ answers prayers without prejudice/ and leaves the self-hatred up to you
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17601814
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it corrupts the smells//
and flavors of the world/
and plants its swollen face
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176000
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This is how we catch up. I write something down, and you read me quietly. In a year's time you will remind me, though I would have forgotten. I check to see if maybe you have put up a new song, every once in a while, but you don't sing as well as you used to.What has…
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176042
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Two people are talking. They are both wearing hats.
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176022
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I got to Victoria station at quarter to eleven on a Friday with nothing but a small leather bag and the vague idea of getting out of London.
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176094
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His hair was well groomed. The skin was radiant like apples tossed at the moon. The gym membership was well used, as the weight issue was easily cast into an abyss of loaded memories.
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17601512
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To touch our skin was filthy,
to spread our legs a mortal sin. You closed
the keyholes to keep us apart, so we used them
to keep you out and keep our secrets to ourselves.
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176062
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I flip up my hoodie, pull the string tight across my lips until it cuts into them, pull tighter, saw back and forth until blood warms the hairs on my chin.
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1760114
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A wall of icons can be beautiful if you don’t look closely at the hands. The hands tell stories of too short lives and unrequited love.
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1760105
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I don't want no laugh track
I'm trying to find something that's real
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175900
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The tsunami started, ironically enough, with a phone call.
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175900
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The girl who was me stands in a sandbox with upraised arms, honey hair tied with olive yarn in two ponytails. She says nothing, but wants me to pick her up.
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175923
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It's blues, bars and boots since you went away. You were wiferustled like sheep, like cattle.
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1759118
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I looked at her, shook my head and tried to smile. She smiled back, beaming a radiance that pushed away the chill.
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