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tell me about the time you lived in Carolina, and what my smile does
for you.
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Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder.
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leaning over the banister, her Christmas waist making the wood swoon and creak, a warning sign if there ever was one...
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We’re all competitive and drunk.
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In his dreams, he swam in piles of pills. Sometimes the piles were infinite, other times the were contained, tonight the pills were intense shiny reds, chalky yellows, deep blues and matte purples and swirled around in a children's inflatable castle. Derek swam happily,…
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I’ve been such a fool, so reckless and untrue.
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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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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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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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When Kim handed me some of her husband’s condoms—“Here, use these”—out of one of their bedroom dresser drawers, could she sense the astonishment I was trying my best not to show?
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Is there a recipe for / lasting happiness?
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Crea grew up above a pet store and now she dreams of cats. There are too many of them to name, a slinking mess of calico, tabby, tortoise-shell, black and white. There are more each night. They whisper to her, words made of hissing mewls. During the…
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My wife and I are cat people. Indeed, that's how we met. We met at a wake.
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I formed a snowball in my bare hands. Hard as a rock, I let her fly.
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Reining her small hands around the molded handle grips, her bottom bouncing athwart and wildly off the seat, Symphony wrenches her center of gravity inward, commandeering as much control from the road it would allow. With her breaks behaving as stubborn
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Buddy was in a garage band. They were pretty good. “Soul Harbor“ they called themselves.
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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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Looking for meaning in spaces between words.
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Sometimes you're searching for a family and you don't even know it. Sometimes a family finds you.
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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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The end is rehearsed over and over;/
in a world without heaven all is farewell.
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There’s not enough cigarette cloud to conceal her, malnourished and pale beneath blue and pink lights that summon 80s-era skate rinks. She saunters towards the center of the stage, asking her bored expression to convey detachment, while a DJ that fits the
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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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the signature of God/
consigning everything/
to the saturating energies of time.
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I don't really know, though. I've been locked in a beer cave for the last ten years of my life. I was just let out by some frat boys who were looking for Natty Light.
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