1578 4 5
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Jack would have felt betrayed, and my parents alarmed, had they ever suspected me of playing with Jack's guns, but I found the temptation overwhelming.
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157864
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What in the name of God’s green earth does this say? “Chifferobe if you can of Aztec in coffee can”?
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15781715
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I'm a lot wiser now but so what?
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1578129
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now the days are empty
and time has lost its head
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15781610
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1578107
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Most everything is white because white means clean and hospitals are supposed to be clean. They wouldn’t let me leave.
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15782213
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Only scotch and cheap champagne/
retain their reliable flavors.
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157880
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The serious writer looks back on a long and distinguished career as an herbologist.
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15781410
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When we take Vengeance,/
shave and shower him,/
deodorize and scent him,/
clothe him in a starched shirt
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157875
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A performance is a series of situations. Each situation defines the characters that are in it.
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157800
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And the ocean was black and green and blue—as your dress that clung to your body’s curve. Round as the bend of the water trailing the false line of the shore.
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157864
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Kai,
Oh the mathematics of solitude. I wish your father there. I read your wanting subtracted between the lines. He is almost gone. Hallucinates, not awake even though eyes are open. Yesterday he saw the baby brother you never met. I light four ultramarine…
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157820
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Though some days... I feel as though I'm nothing more than the ultimate hedged-bet should the offender be living out his last days on earth, holding my arm as we both feel our way through the long dark corridors of tragedy.
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157765
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“Can I feel it?” he reached his hands out immediately, expecting I’d say yes. I am the type to always say yes, right?
“Sure.” I confirmed, swallowing back my fear of his touch. He didn’t seem himself, like this. I led his hands to my hips and let them
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1577102
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I had no portent this would occur, /
Ne'er did I see this happening, /
Not days before, nor those coming;
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157711
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I am in the hallway, but I don’t sense it. That is to say: I don’t feel my body. I am like a phantom, a limbless entity floating, flailing.
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15774024
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What used to be a scene has broken into fragments and blips of her on a screen I can’t control or manipulate.
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157765
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There is an empty space,
between every note in rock 'n' roll,
where they have buried John Bonham,
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157721
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For the briefest moment, she was part of the sky. She hung there. Frozen. Suspended. Arms outstretched. She thought maybe she could take off flying, if she strained against gravity hard enough. She would soar into the pale blue until she reached the clouds. They …
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15771211
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Bag worms hang in their cloudy white hammocks. This is the month of webs when long-bodied yellow and black spiders sign their autographs.
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1577136
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I travel over your body with small feet,
reach your heart.
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157721
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In the dark, alone after she was gone, he would whisper her name into his pillow and fight the tears more out of shear exhaustion than anything else. He had mourned for her even before she had passed, as he watched helpless while the disease marched slowly and…
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157700
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Walking home, carrying his guitar case, Jed felt the sums of his life adding up to dangerously high numbers, the deadly inertia of vaguely comfortable apathy swallowing his time. His moment would soon be fading. Because, like many young men before him, Jed…
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1577128
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157720
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At first it was just holding hands and talking about Ricky's condition. Then it was leaning into each other on the sofa, Ben whispering my name into my hair, me wanting to put my hand on his thigh.
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157700
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I would be the mortal to hand justice to God. It wouldn’t come in the form of steel from a blade or by gun powder of a revolver, but by my disbelief...
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157700
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woke up to the sound of a diesel
looked out the window to see i’m not home
outta bed to see if you had called
not a damn thing on my phone
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157731
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It's Granny hauling her crooked soul into heaven. Guess who I stole that image from?
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15761611
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I don't know how long I was down on the curb. When I came around it took several minutes to realize that it wasn't the moon overhead at all but a street light and the sticky feeling stuff I was lying in was, yeah, my blood. And the hand on my shoulder wasn't hers. I…
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157631
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At five a family relative took my life away from me and no one cared
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