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She was about 35 or so and noticeably pregnant. She was near hysteria when she knocked on our apartment door, right across the street in L.A. from a convent. But she took one last desperate wild look at me, standing at the door. I saw the animal in her ey
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Five o’clock, and Madame choosing her evening legs. Elizabeth assisting. Elizabeth will continue to assist until midnight, despite the chaos, at which point the authorities will tell her such assistance is no longer necessary.
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Only scotch and cheap champagne/
retain their reliable flavors.
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Twice burned, it buries its graves.
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Smoking is like hooking up with an ex-girlfriend: you know she's bad for you and that it won't work out, but it feels so familiar and comfortable and so easy to slide back into.
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I imagined the crystals in my mouth.
Salt flowers blooming on my tongue.
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I sat on the corner of her desk ... Angela Merkel can be a sweetie when she wants to be.
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174665
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There’s a hole in my sock, just large enough that my big toe keeps slipping out.
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There were three other guys on the bus. The landlord (or buslord) let us use the kitchen and bathroom in the house he shared with his wife. I rode into San José City College with the other guys, who were also taking classes there. I remember frigid autum
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I didn’t question any of it and instead sat motionless as she dropped my wrists and walked away seconds later.
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She saw no sense in waiting. Waiting was a weakness.
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‘Miguel! A pint of Guinness, please!'
I might as well have asked for his mother's immortal soul. A smile as benign as a stiletto. But he served a clean and tidy pint.
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She tells me I have to face the fact that I have the heart of the Tin Man. I know the story. He had none. She is very sensitive and I have to measure my remarks because words bruise her so easily. So, I…
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When he suggested to her that they make a sex tape, because that’s what everyone was doing, she wasn’t really surprised. And there was a truly repugnant part of it that fit in with her desire for moral self-flagellation.
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Sharpie marked, Free Still Works
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We need to keep writing
because the great ones
aren’t always that great
We need to keep writing
to insure that the future
even has a future
We need to keep writing
because the wind won’t know how
or when to listen if we don’t
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the first day of preschool/ my mother walked me down the street/ to a tall building that cut/ like a knife made of bricks/ right into the street,/ an american flag/ sticking straight out/ just above the door.
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When Roger was small his two favorite toys were a tiny, squat doll called Care and a rubber millipede.
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If you've ever cleaned house because a death is coming,you know it's the same as any other kind of cleaning.Wipe the tables.Pick up the floor.Sweep the crumbs under the carpet.For later.And for the ants.It's different, too.Because you're floating.On caffeine.On muffled…
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We lay in what we have made, minute fleshy bullets in the target we have made.
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17442011
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The box thuds at your feet: mug, plant, wedding photo, the 25-year pen.
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Lu peeked at his cards again. They were still jacks, and they still looked mighty nice.
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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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In his mind, he could hear Eve’s voice, “We had some good times, didn’t we?”
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Quail looked up at her. Unsmiling, challenging.
Lemme just go wash my hands, he said.
She closed the door, bolted it. You won’t need your hands.
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My only celebrity anecdote involves seeing Barbara Bush in the back of the Presidential limo ...
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A horizon shrinks a burden until it’s a seagull getting fat off vinegar fries. I’m in love with the way your mouth moves when you aren’t talking. When it fills with salt.
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...the loving and very painful hurt of our daily sustenance
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