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Conjoined - her hardened nipple brushing, softly, against him, his chest hair caressing her skin like a thousand hungry lovers’ fingers – the perfect moment lasted eternity.
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I flung the basketball at the hoop and Cooper shagged the ball. He was the luckiest bastard I knew. ...
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Mrs. Noah eyed the thickening clouds from the front stoop. Noah was still out in the yard kicking up sand in disgust, arguing with himself the whole time. Piles of cedar timber lay strewn all about. Maybe if they’d lived even three days’ journey clos
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Born, he stood up. He wore nothing as often as possible
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take back all the falderal
and friggin' fiddle dee dee
take back the mad murmuring
of ten minutes ago
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Black tagliatelle with squid and funghi porcini. He didn't understand why they called it a special, it had been in the menu since day one they had opened.
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The man went into his backpack and pulled out his book of crossword puzzles. The deluxe edition with fifty percent more puzzles for free. It had been an impulse buy from the bookstore, cost him four…
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I took it in my hands and used it on my lips. The taste was just hers: her touch, her smell, her breath in the winter nights. She was in this. Everything we had was in this tube.
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The air has its dark confessional, and I have mine. Hot is called raw by some, hate mixed with malice for others. I am only separated by this dark window of time from you, but you never feared the lovely or the lonely.
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When Kat returned home from The East Street Wars, she learned that her epileptic lover, White Dog, died from madness
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Susan was twenty-four when it happened again, but she had neither the patience nor the attachment to see it through.
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Also in development,/
the anatomically perfect robot/
pool boy and naughty maid,
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That morning, four children appeared in front of the train, which was ready to depart
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I wrote this during a poetry workshop at the Atlantic Center for the Arts with Carolyn Forché. January, 2015. So much more has happened since that stunning week.
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You anchor the real
You make love to the true
I am bound to you in consecration
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Within a day, she had a scummy apartment which belonged to the government. It had cockroaches, which she was not used to. They churned her stomach, repulsive little things. Not even creatures. Two brains, she'd read: one in the head, one in the ass.
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Waking in the middle of the night, tangled in the hotel sheets, I wanted to hear the story again: their pilot friend, the war, his specialty. "It's just a screw, son," Dad said, "nothing exotic."
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Next to you, the mother tightens her grip on her stroller. The young teenager tears her gaze from her mobile phone for an instant.
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Mounds of earth and grassless ground
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A son packs his bag - bottled water, extra masks, and jerky. Mom paces behind him. “Don't go.”
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I look at that wall, it has piss-stain yellow paint and water scars from several years of leaky pipes. I say I wouldn’t mind that, if he took out some of that wall.
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Hunger only makes people hungry, but bad hair can ruin your whole day.
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The Numbers will never romp up the stairs from the laundry room to slip warm socks on your feet on a winter’s night.
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Moon Boy sits atop the hill's crest and watches Moon Girl.
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Never touch David Letterman's neck!
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We want our lives even-cut, …
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My head was swimming with nicotine, the coldness of the first snow, and unfinished love thoughts.
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"Merry Christmas, Willie."
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