1918 8 1
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In between ketchup-covered fries, a Quarter Pounder, and a vanilla shake, catty comments, and lots of laughs, Marylou slipped in her announcement, a grenade in a rose garden. “I'm pregnant,” she said.
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1918 10 3
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A crash, a loud tear screams through the house. A coffee table continues its dutiful life as a bitch.
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1917 1 1
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Fingers fan like birds’ wings
cradling the volume,
head hanging low
and lips moving silently...
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1917 12 3
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FOR SALE. One prom dress, never worn. Size 18.
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1917 2 1
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The poet paused
Pen poised in hand
A wrinkle on his brow
He’d but to rhyme the final verse
The only problem
How?
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1917 21 12
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"the rum tasted of hibiscus blossoms"
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1917 6 3
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“3.9 million dollars,” she whispered to the window.
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1917 14 8
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you may meet the man of your dreams.
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1917 12 11
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I am sitting on our porch in the middle of the night. I can't sleep. The stars look like runway lights. Out of boredom, I reach out my hand to connect the distant dots. The tip of my finger hits…
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1917 5 5
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After shooing away the filthy pigeons and closely inspecting the bench, he squinted with his good eye at a second-page article on noise abatement headphones.
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1917 0 0
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He went to the switchboard and rang one of the rooms. I moved away to a discreet distance so he could make his pitch in private, and soon he came back to the desk front. "He d-didn't like it much, b-but he said to s-send you up. Room 412."
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1917 1 0
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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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1917 3 0
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He was still on the ground...
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1916 3 2
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The smell of candy and burn... /A patriotic prose poem for the fourth of July.
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1916 9 5
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Sundays after Mass, Sister Edburga gathered the team in the shower room, we stripped naked in a circle, held hands and said a prayer we’d win our game. A boy no one knew walked alongside her with a box full of jockstraps.
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1916 5 3
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and that you once had / still sometimes sold savory pies out the side of a truck at renaissance fairs alongside your mum with her fake braid in a wrong color wrapped round her head.
& you called the sky 'corrugated' or 'promising as a line of chorus g
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1916 18 14
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We are infused with fear and dread/
of the world we won’t engage/
except through flat screens and remotes,
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1916 23 15
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Pa grasps my fingers, odd because he's never held my hand and he's dead ten years anyway.
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1916 5 0
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The sound of it wasn't right in his head yet. When he said it aloud he didn't really believe it.
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1916 12 5
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The heavyset blind woman came into the art opening without a dog or a cane.
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1915 5 4
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They perch on the curb in front of the factory, like so many rail thin crows exuding smoke from their haggard beaks.
They've been here.
They've been here a long while.
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1915 15 14
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You need buttered broths and to
copy old writings by hand by
very poor light.
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1915 1 0
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"I read a cute animal story yesterday," I tell them. "And I was filled with rage. I can't live like this. There must be no more bears, or hamster-bears, or manatees, being hopeless and depressed. There must be no more cute animal stories—ever."
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1915 14 8
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She walks ahead, dropping matches as she goes. Grassland is consumed by flames and when I arrive all is wasted.
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1915 9 8
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If you get crushed in New York City
that's your own problem.
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1915 9 7
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powerless against the memory of the earth-bank and the river flows, through a susurrus field of a million quills
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1914 2 0
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The plan was this: We would take our first vacation. My husband and I would take our 2 ½-year-old son Ethan and 13-month-old son Jonas to Mystic, Connecticut, a 90 minute drive from our home outside of Boston. We would stay at the Hilton, which was right near the Aquarium,…
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1914 3 1
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I don’t know what happened. One day I was in her room, groping the various drawers for hidden condoms, glimpses of women’s undergarments and I found a spectacular pair of blue lace panties
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1914 2 2
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The leadoff hitter must be comfortable accepting that he will almost never be the hero and will not be anyone's favorite and he will not be the baseball card that is traded for simply because his skills and abilities are subtle.
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1914 8 7
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what is raised up must rest on its foundation.
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