1922 3 1
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Jane worked out of her new husband's suburban house, struggling to remember it belonged to her too. She shook off memories of years in a rented Mid-City shotgun, an old elevated dwelling that still seemed like home. It ended up with four feet of canal water…
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1921149
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“Mommy,” the voice was thin as a fledgling's. “I'm here, baby,” I said. An arm rose from the pavement and small fingers wound themselves into my…
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192154
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1I don't like it when they leave the heads on.I mean it's not nice, is it.The idyllic order of the abattoir.Mary is on stunning and bleeding.She prefers evisceration.Still, the work's ok and it's her day off tomorrow.Deft hands perform their daily ballet.Mary had a…
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192100
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She pulls out of love, while you sit upon the rumble seat, a granted is taken for every crack of the whip. She pulls out of fear. She pulls.
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1921108
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To dance along the wrack line...
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192164
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Raymond Carver used to write poetry in his car. /
Tonight, I tried it too. /
I have a car like Raymond Carver /
but cannot write poetry like Raymond Carver. /
The car isn’t enough.
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1921194
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We wore cowboy hats and jeans in the pictures. They both came off once his camera disappeared.
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192153
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Mother saw and swung. It was a talented slap. The kind which left white welts and then dissolved to venom in your veins. The inside of your cheek puckered and bloated.
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192101
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It was with the departure of their last child that the Beazleys became grotesquely petty with each other.
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192010
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I'm sitting in a burned out skeletal frame of an old Cadillac on the side of Route 66 just outside of Kansas. Back home in New York State my sister is explaining to my mother that Jack Kerouac convinced me to run away even though he's been dead for years. They're…
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192023
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Ride me, I say, and you never hear. No matter how I shine my padding, it's never what draws you to me. I only get to touch you when you feel guilty, and most of the time, it's only through shorts and graduated compression socks. What does my desire matter? It all comes out…
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192081
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She had a strange name which I am ashamed/
To have forgotten, seven times, maybe nine,/
Her lips transgressors, wet with sourapple ...
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192030
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Just because I’m suicidal doesn’t mean I don’t care about whacking my head on some service railing ten stories down. The fact that I’m going to jump doesn’t lessen my fear of propellers or a broken back.
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192084
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Bare feet on hardwood floor
Twists into circles
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192032
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I want to talk like Rose Tyler, and be whisked away by the strapping Docor, preferably in David Tennant form.
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192042
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He picked up a pack of cigarettes and shook it. He flipped the lid to confirm there were none left.
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192055
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“Dear, baby, what do you fear?”
Or maybe it was, “Now here are the keys to the lock.”
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19191816
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I can’t take my eyes off a tall blonde with green eyes. I catch her eye.
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1919139
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1919138
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The human/
is less dependable than these pinpricks//
and the lunar cycle.
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191942
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To Charles Bukowski "I haven't shat or pissed in seven years," she tells him, negotiating each word around the Marlboro. Because he doesn't know what else to say, Isaiah asks, "Haven't you seen a …
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191911
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Of all the things Shelly hated about her job, the music was the worst.
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19191010
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I had some words, but the truth is they don't mean a thing because whatever it is I was trying to say to you always crumbles to the ground in front of you. I had some words, but the bullying wind was stronger than me and ripped them…
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191984
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In the middle of the floor squatted a sway-backed butcher block that appeared to have been chopped upon with such force as to make it cower.
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191973
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Note to self: look up Bobby Sands.
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1919103
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ill kept secrets for sun and dance, sun and moon-shaped universes in the sky.
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191811
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He laughed – pictures traveled across his mind of bodies and mouths and the sex and the liquor, he could taste the flesh and the alcohol right then, strong, immediate.
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191820
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Crazy. I really hate when people use that word.
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191882
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Looking for meaning in spaces between words.
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191822
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Jacob could tell it was a man he had just walked past, a broken man with an olive green Vietnam era military jacket, a man who had probably served his country as honorably as anyone chosen at lottery and forced to kill for a subsistence wage…
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