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I cannot begin to list all the ways this conversation can go downhill from here, so I hang up the phone quietly.
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Her mouth was sour; her forehead was still damp with perspiration. She leaned against the bathroom wall and noted her complexion had gone pale. She wanted to slide down the wall and rest until she felt steadier, but…
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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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I blinked the darkness out of my eyes and saw the man again; I could smell his breath. Just like dad’s. I must have fallen asleep. My eyes felt so heavy. I was cold. Why was I cold?
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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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In his mind, he could hear Eve’s voice, “We had some good times, didn’t we?”
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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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The sun is going to slice your goddamn face open.
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175122
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I remember thinking the seasons are arriving later every year,
as if the world has been slowed by the weight of graves.
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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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Entering that darkroom is like slipping through the barrel of a rifle.
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His velvet mouth, shaped perfectly to intertwine with hers, teases the space between them until its caress finds her.
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Jesus was a cancer survivor and possibly a super nova.He ran with the Wolves of night time, with the women of the paleolithic era and hunted for meat when the blood didn't drip to their feet and create veritable red shoes like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz.I am no longer in…
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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 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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Everyone else in the bar was looking everywhere else: it was as though they were alone while Journey played loudly all around. “Streetlights, people,” she sang. Time didn't move. What she must be like while driving, singing to herself with the windows fog
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My only celebrity anecdote involves seeing Barbara Bush in the back of the Presidential limo ...
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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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I imagined the crystals in my mouth.
Salt flowers blooming on my tongue.
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Is it you with that fucking gold and platinum yacht?!?
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Taken by agents of the United States of America, Felix Six-Killer grows up at the Carlisle Indian School near Philadelphia, the city of brotherly love. His hair is cut and oiled. His shirts are starched and creased. For months he is startled to find himself seated for…
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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 box thuds at your feet: mug, plant, wedding photo, the 25-year pen.
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You are walking through a canyon made of shelving units lined with colorful masterpieces of three-dimensional minimalist design
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Leda looks back over her shoulder at us as the swan
grips her from behind while at the same time nipping at
the nape of her neck. She's a freckled child and
a little frightened. There's a dark smudge beneath her eye
where the shadow runs. The swan
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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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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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Twice burned, it buries its graves.
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She looks exactly like my sister, though I do not have a sister.
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