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She’s there, in a tin, loosely wound
beneath sepia tissue paper, a braid
to worry in your fingers.
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“Americans like beer, right?” he asks. “It’s not acceptable for a woman to buy beer.” He proffers it in a brown paper bag.
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Some trick of the morning light makes the tattoo on her ankle look like the burn from a branding iron. She had watched her father as he slept last night. He was handsome and innocent, like a baby boy.
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Cinnamon and smoke
infuse the days that shorten,
chill, accelerate.
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But the world is smaller when I see it /
from the crook of your neck.
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The snake-like veins began to pulsate angrily, and viciously about his body. Quickly he rose up about the girl. His heart was now pounding rapidly against his chest. Outstretched, were his wings, the width of the balcony, white and decrepit and old, yet s
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"I always disliked such display of religious fervor. I dislike religious fervor. Period."
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FOR SALE. One prom dress, never worn. Size 18.
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Nothing good comes from being lowered into a well to take a photograph, boy
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Squirrels and mice fear her shadow
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She can never say why, but guilt rides her bones
like the spirit. She rubs worry raw.
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When you bring information, it does not arrive.
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I've measured out our time togethersealed it in airtight bottlesthe one labeled 1998 kept closelike smelling saltsOne whiff a camphor waking memaking me high on the idea of usputting blinders on your infidelitiesdouble vodkas and damaging wordsAnd when that isn't enoughI…
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In Your Absence the yard-cat, Flower, has started sleeping on top of the fridge
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I love reading about myself. There's nothing more gratifying than seeing my name in the paper, knowing so many people are interested in who I am and what I do.
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So I’ll wait for her to clear all burden from her head and feel the ocean move us. Stand up, walk over to me and kiss me as we glided through open water.
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I know I’m slipping
into my mother’s skin. I answer the phone
with her voice; her hands grind the coffee beans.
And who is this listening to NPR in the morning
while the fresh-faced girls in the neighborhood trudge toward school,,
peonies han
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Hair today...gone tomorrow
The sun beats down
on my balding crown.
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Cellulite is legal to have, either way.
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When God blessed creation, a ewe gave birth to Adam. When he cursed Satan, Eve hatched from a crocodile's egg.——In naming the animals, Adam marked them for death. His own name was a slow fire. Eve's was an inferno.——In the shelter of the Tree of…
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Our mothers died in childbirth. Taken in by the village, our new mothers taught us to wave at the river boats, to sell our trinkets to tourists. They offered us coins of a foreign currency and little pathetic smiles. By nightfall, our fingers bled. Then came…
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Sunday, Nolan and I drop by the ice rink on 10th and Alma to watch the amateur hockey leagues battle it out in an unspoken yet assumed class war: the buff, unemployed rink bums who can grind ice, cross-check, and stick handle like the pros, versus the dou
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It’s beautiful to look at and to hold/
though true musicians would be appalled/
by the black plastic
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They knew every word.
They knew EVERY word!
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I am standing in the kitchen, kneading dough, because this is one way to say sorry. This is way to say, things will be different now, look.
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How much do book editors earn? Peacock Love. (aww…)
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The officers carried him away in cuffs as he yelled "I NEED STATS! PLEASE! JUST GIVE ME THE STATS!"
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Melinda said forget the kegger last night, what we’re about to do will help you figure out whether you want to apply here.
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