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She wears three or four tattered sweaters on cool days. She pushes a basket borrowed from a grocery store. There is a plastic lawn bag in the basket with God knows what inside.
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My best friend died yesterday. His name was Franklin Seever, but we all called him Lin. It started when we were in Little League. There were two Franklins on the team so Coach, who was my dad, called the fat one Frank and my best friend Lin.
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We were just as bourgeois as Bloomingdale’s, one generation past canned ravioli dinners with cheap white bread.
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One day we went for a hike. We climbed a small mountain. It’s called Mission Peak. We got about halfway up a steep trail, decided that was far enough. We embraced. She said “I love you,” and I said, “I love you, too.”
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Assimilated wheat germ
integrated ant worm
the capital of brazil.
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If we thought that love was gone
that out of sweetness none remained
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He hung up and I sang some whiney lyric about wanting him back. You know the songs that say the same shit: I’m an idiot. Love me anyway. I’m Velcro with nothing to stick to and you’re a nappy surface that gives me a reason to exist.
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A cow wanders onto a roof and falls through the skylight. It's a calamity, but such an innocent mistake. Mightn't you amble onto a rooftop once upon a full winter snow in Vermont?Another cow climbs a gravel mound in…
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Wind pummeled me awake, smelling of pine and some quality of newness I could not identify...
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Someone had shown me a page on the internet where writers could have their stories analyzed, seeing whose work their piece was similar to. Normally, I only went on the computer to find apartment listings and pornography.
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the champagne foam cascades like cherry blossom ensnared in the first gales of spring
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In May of 1982, my daughter and I planned a trip…
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Her ghost/kept coming back/to Hamlet
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She couldn’t help but wonder what 93 year-old Sohrabjee looked for in the torn, dusty lithograph of Marilyn in Persia one of the orderlies had stuck to the wall of the corridor outside Jasmine Wing decades ago.
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We have always been a trashy species./
We study ourselves by examining/
garbage-- a pile of mussel shells here,
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Seventeen-year cicadas are the sometimes-singers that surprise spring with the ugliest mouths of all.
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The Americans don't want us. They want knowledge. They want to eat with us. They want technology and weapons. They want the results of research they themselves are too craven to perform, answers to questions they ask themselves in whispers, in the dark. T
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and dreamed itself infinite.
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—You must be joking, he laughed.
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With such demeaning precarity, I can’t read/
anything more than a thousand words
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The one thing my father told me that I want to believe is true . . .
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“Let’s see that great big telescope of yours,” she exhaled hotly, “I want to grind your lenses!” The doctoral candidate dutifully stood between her and his massive telescope so her hands would encounter some instrumentation with no optical components.
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I’d made it to the motel parking lot when I heard the footsteps. A sombrero may make me look good, but it does shit for my hearing, so the bastards were able to scoop me up real quick. The first one gave me a hard slap on the top of the head with an opene
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No way to know why she's here, but scars and scabs can hold more information than a file or chart.
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he thought of her / longingly
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a Ferris wheel gently rocks
its last riders
then dumps them to the ground.
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you and i exist
outside of the chaos and noise
entwined in eternal embrace
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not that we ever had before
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I said, “Marcy, Source Almanac is a guide for the Apple.”
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