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It wasn't meant to happen like this— the shutter, the feeling of breathlessness when he touched her shoulder, even after he had pointed out all of the things she had done incorrectly throughout the day. They had been married for five years in February, and as…
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Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder.
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You might as well be the man on the moon. Once touching your face was quotidian. When I tallied each day's pleasures, you, in this room or that, counted too much for me, I think. I stopped record keeping. I'm …
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feathered waves of tangerine peach
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So, like I said. Da. I have dealt with the men, when I was a lap dancer. The men they need the….manipulations. I have good hands. They want me to see them naked, their power. Here it is only the women. The massage, the facial, the waxing...
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The dancer was a little chubby, but I didn't mind. It gave her more to shake.
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If ever I read a poem aloud
It will not be from a podium’s shelter
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His head was usually full of ah ha!, a luminescence that folded around obstacles like smoke.
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the ugliness will not be denied
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“What I really want to know is, why is a straight guy called Caspar opening a lesbian leather bar in Berlin anyway?” Shona asked. “Schöneberg must really be going to the dogs.”
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The stand is designed to clasp two guitars, one on either side. She cradles an Ovation in her arms, a guitar variety our high school friends used to call a soup bowl. In the stand is an acoustic-electric hybrid that I toyed with for ten…
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This is a wife pregnant with spiders
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Copernicus spied/a new centrifugal spin:/Bosch saw what he meant.
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She stepped into a pair of high heeled slippers and began to dance. She was Salome, a witch, dancing like the most beautiful, the most skilled whores of Paris.
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The end is rehearsed over and over;/
in a world without heaven all is farewell.
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Truth came out of it, a little bug that hovered there...
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Bo ruled the city by suggesting new scent formulas in a booming croak of a voice that shook the earth for acres around, yet as a result everybody on the block smelled like fairy breath. Or, on his BAD BREATH DAYS all of the people reeked of rotted sushi f
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I’ve been such a fool, so reckless and untrue.
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Emma pushes through the door of the corner market, aiming briskly for her car, keys in one hand, grocery bag in the other, shoulder bag slung. Best not to make eye contact with the loitering boozers and bikers from the bar next door. Double take. Can't…
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Maybe all quarterbacks are shitwads.
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Little rambling soul,/kind guest, friend: leave me laughing,/pallid stiff, and bare.
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Buddy was in a garage band. They were pretty good. “Soul Harbor“ they called themselves.
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At this time of night, the fluorescence makes his eyes bleed. The muscles in his legs are tight; walking's more of a necessity than anything else. Alexander pushes the shopping cart down the endless gray tile floors of the Grand Union on 35.
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We’re all competitive and drunk.
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And the voodoo pins pinged as, folding and imploding, she was reduced to a petro-chemical puddle.
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It's so far to get to where we aren't inthe way of someone's destructive progress.I'm only walking in my own gardensnow, but the big blue house is like an emptiedout envelope. I guess that makes this themissing letter. I don't know your heart's newaddress, but I once…
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