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She used her right breast. Lifted it to her chin, aimed at the can, and shoved it down as hard as she could.
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"She began singing The Police song, 'Roxanne' in a falsetto voice, just like Sting."
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The way I felt was as though you were, every day, making the conscious and deliberate decision not to be with me, not to share your life with me—and not to share my life, that you were choosing not someone else, but something else.
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‘Oh, and try these. ' She handed me a plastic baggy full of seeds that resembled watermelon seeds, only smaller. ‘If these don't work your problem runs deeper...'
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Effie reckons the river her sister keeps asking about, the Great Pee Dee, was named after some Indians.
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A wrinkled man lie atop an ivory-clad mattress, matched sheets covered his body, matched hair covered his head.
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“What about this shirt?” “I didn't know Gap had an ‘approaching middle age pimp' department.” “So… no?” “Yeah. No.” “Approaching middle age?” “So…” “So?” “Soooooo…”…
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The figure was covered in a light blue chenille bathrobe, splayed out on her back on the floor by the glass door, her hair done up in large curlers, a slipper lying askew by her left foot. Richie crouched near the face and the rancid flame of bourbon lea
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I am reaching out at you, to you from the nest. From the nest, please come to the nest, to see me and to hear my life story. From the nest I go, and then I arrive at the nest, suddenly, just in time to be…
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He is drilling the door of a safe to access the keys he locked inside.
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Except for the bathroom stalls—you know the one that goes “Here I sit all broken-hearted”—the only poetry in the house is composed by Hazel, recited to her fawning sycophants.
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Reality winks at us then scampers off
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The young male sat off by himself and nursed his wounds and a grudge.
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Librarians are hiding something. What is it?
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God damn you women get me all /
twisted up thinking oohrahrah and lala
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I didn't care for parties when Jackie was alive and I donot like them now. Deborah, our daughter,…
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What she didn't tell me was that her brother Carl got fried during an electrical storm.
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the sound of ashes/ being poured in the kitchen
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The blade was wielded by a spunky brunette with a German accent and a laugh that made me weak at the knees.
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nothing has ever happened in this or that or any other or maybe too damn many parallel universes. . . .
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“No Jumping!” Med.z Tony says.
I pull open my switchblade and dust off my shoulder.
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You were always goingto connect the dots. I was always goingto overfill a bucketwith poems. You wouldeventually drive off wavingyour hand like astar on a spring. I'dshoulder up another notebookfor the walk. Myhand would rather holda pencil. Yours wouldaccept a kiss…
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Is every librarian a poet at heart? I don't know, but a group of librarians recently put their heads together and came up with these library-themed Valentine's Day poems: Roses are red Your book's overdue You've had it for months Which is…
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When Roger was small his two favorite toys were a tiny, squat doll called Care and a rubber millipede.
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He drifted for years: No forwarding. No phone.
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I hadn't yet assembled enough pieces of Italian to explain any of this, but it was hardly necessary. The fact that I was a scrittore in a language foreign to her seemed to make me especially fascinating...
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I imagined the crystals in my mouth.
Salt flowers blooming on my tongue.
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This is a lady who never got a break.
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Taken by agents of the United States of America, Felix Six-Killer grows up at the Carlisle Indian School near Philadelphia, the city of brotherly love. His hair is cut and oiled. His shirts are starched and creased. For months he is startled to find himself seated for…
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