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Billy had crystal blue eyes A small mouth And long hair to cover up his Hearing aids. He told me once, with his hands How he liked to submerge His head in water and yell So loud he could feel it. "I can hear myself that way," he…
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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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feathered waves of tangerine peach
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I saw the little family that lives
under the neighbor's backyard deck
two weeks before while decapitating grasslets
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poets can kill, or at least they once could:/
perhaps poems tamed us, if they are any good.
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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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“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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Her face had that strange preserved quality Maybelle saw in many aging Boomer women — like an old toy never removed from its packaging.
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She persisted. “How long have we been here?”
A note of anger crept into his voice. “How long? How long? Why …, why ….” He swallowed hard, realized he had forgotten.
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Poor kid. She didn't mean to leave my business card on her kitchen counter next to the telephone. It was a mistake.
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Once, when I had not talked to you in a long time, I woke with your name in my mouth.
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It was stubborn early winter, when everyone was cold but went outside anyways, rubbing red fingers and shuffling feet.
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When I died, she said, she was going to have me cremated and put my ashes in the cats’ litter box.
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Momma called them Vaughens, "a outfit," and said, "they shoulda throwed the book at that Darla Jean."
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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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"My dear man. We are not friends we are symbiotic."
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“It’s about basic working conditions!” she says, rubbing ice cubes on her nipples.
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the ugliness will not be denied
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Steve Bancroft’s future wife showed up at his door that same night, slamming her hand loudly against the door and shouting for him. “Steve, Steve, wake up. Damn it, come on. You forgot to pick me up at the airport. Who are you in there with? I said wa
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She suggested just moving in together. A lot less constrained by convention she, on occasion, did not wear a bra.
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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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They stood at the intersection waiting for the light to change so they could cross the highway.
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“How scared?” Mikey said, not wanting to find out, and already looking pretty nervous.
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Grace Gibbons is a way of life.
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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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it was your hands—caked
with years-old clay & quaking
from too much solitude
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As children we invent games and we're really creative. We concoct ridiculous rules and enjoy making adaptations to them. And everything makes sense. Then you grow up, lose creativity. You don't invent games anymore. Recess is replaced with a second…
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One day me an' Elvis was down at the riverbank with Huckleberry, chasin' darters an' watchin' barges go by. It was a lazy day bein' a Sunday an' all. We had jest got back from Church an' Mami told me to change my clothes so's that I didn't get my Sunday
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