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we're only playing with this language you and I
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We are moments away from the end, and it feels like it.
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Before the saw came my fist through the wall. Now I kneel on the crumbled drywall in my son's closet holding a flashlight, peering into the hole at the plumbing parts I'm supposed to replace. On the other side of the wall the bathtub faucet drips. It is my second…
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...to know something people around you don’t know can put you outside of them. And then you can’t get back in...
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My people rested naked sandwiches on the arms of chairs, and always had an open saucer with half melted butter, a block of Velveeta cheese in the freezer, an open rice cooker.
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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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not to free ourselves//
from suffering//
but become the window//
through which it sees//
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My father was dating already. Her name was Shelly. She had a man-like body, buck teeth and red hair, a big forehead. I don't know what bog she climbed out of. She wanted to fill in for my mother, but I locked her out of my room. I just wanted to be sad and hold…
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She called it phantom energy. She said it was costing us money every month. A few cents here and there, sure, but it all added up.
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Her time was spent in its usual way, breakfast, pills, organizing and cleaning. It was just hours behind today; hence the late swim. She was proud she did it, that she went outside. She swam, moved herself in the pool, chilly as it was. The pump made a wa
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'love is when the body goes away.'
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I've been mostly positive since joining up with Sister Helen. My previous pessimism involved spiritual degeneration, moral decline and decay, weak and weary instincts. I clung to life, afraid to die. Then I read something by Nietzsche, I'm not sure where but, like a seed,…
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There’s no sky like that, with twisting clouds shot up into by cypress trees that are so like dark green flames, leaping out of the earth as if a dark green oily pool were on fire underground, and this was all that could escape, was its essence.
And a
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The fabric on the waiting room chairs is stained and matted, but has been cleaned over and over.
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You left your quiet life for a home in the city.
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‘Do I still ‘respect’ you? Ha! - there’s a sweet old-fashioned phrase! I don’t know, maybe not so much ...
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Traveling in half-lit fluorescence, she smiles up at me, pale and strained
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fat furry marmots who play hide and seek
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Xao Ping reflexively dug her claws into the plush chenille of the sofa and let out a low yowl. She knew the old lady would be mad if she tore the fabric, but she couldn’t help it.
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The world waited with bated breath as Tiffany stood in the grocery store aisle that housed the various kinds of fruit spreads for sandwiches and toast. She tapped her toe and nodded her head this way and that while she compared the qualities of two jars of…
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And she's dying like someone who's tried living and failed.
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You know moments like these. You know how your mother ruins them.
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In my upper room, a sermon/
was playing about sundry.
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His mouth went dry, but he managed to say, coolly, “Just how would you like me to do that, Sandra?”
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The boys drank in one room. The girls in another. Always the same, no matter the letters.
Greek Letters.
Shabby sofa on the burnt-out lawn.
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Your voice so soft / I wish it was touch.
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The one-legged crow was back in the yard again today, as it was yesterday and may have been before, but yesterday was the first time I noticed it among the murder while using the binoculars that I often use to bring things closer, things like these iridescent and beautiful…
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cymbals guy — another way of saying hey turdshitface haul your skinnyass to the front of the bus.
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Yankees call them daffodils.
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