1812 7 5
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words have their own ancestors,/deeds are commanded by their own lords./
knowledge and thought do not make me understand—/no surprise, then, that I am not understood.
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1812138
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A lifeboat came by in the night,
And I finally saw we were sinking.
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1811148
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In the gutter, the paper signs turned back to pulp.
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1811127
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The fish would need a name, but she didn’t know how to tell if it was a boy or a girl. Did fish have penises?
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18112011
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The box thuds at your feet: mug, plant, wedding photo, the 25-year pen.
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181111
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The pear is a bruise. Feels like desperation in the light, it looks soft and blue. She wants to touch it and doesn’t want to. How the blood gathers under the blue and the body grows tender. Swells. Slowly.
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181110
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Either they got married in the church dressed in their mothers’ bridal gowns, gaudy and ancient dresses with off-white lace faded from years of hanging in the attic, or they snuck down to city hall...
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181121
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Hollywood is the land of the slow no.
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181185
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Twice burned, it buries its graves.
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181100
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"Then why? Why?" she choked. "Why are you so... so mean to me?"
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1810106
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My first girlfriend had blue Christmas lights strung on trees in front of her stone house. My family had all gone to bed. When midnight came, it was snowing.
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181076
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Clear as my conscience may be, you still haunt me as the brown settles to black
sit there and recommence as if nothing had ever happened, your hands conducting the orchestra of your purity.
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181000
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The sound of drums blared from down the street. Car horns tried to fight the sound. Mayumi and Keiko saw the size of the crowd walking past them increase.
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1810128
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...ghosts still resentful, ghosts far from home...
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181080
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The serious writer looks back on a long and distinguished career as an herbologist.
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180932
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“You know who Neil Peart looks like?” Gram said, ignoring Aaron's outburst.
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180920
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There's this sepia-toned photograph, which my mother gave me, of my brother and me when we were still both youngsters. In the picture my brother's dressed in a skimpy checked suit whose sleeves were already too short for him — on its way to becoming my
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180920
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Enid closes her bedroom door when she changes her clothes but leaves it ajar when she's doing her face; is she hoping some small talk might reach her dainty ears?
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18091811
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It could be fun,/
with the guns, explosives, Molotov/
Cocktails and all,
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180921
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She saw no sense in waiting. Waiting was a weakness.
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180994
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Not many people like Geminis.
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180855
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The white faces of the train look up in an attempt to satisfy presumption, smoothing out any interest into glassy eyed gestures toward looking but lacking the very important quality of sight.
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180874
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180810
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I took my first shower away from home as if it were a ritual cleansing. It felt especially good, even exciting to be taking a shower in the bathroom of another woman. Why was that? Maybe because it didn't have marble around the bathtub, and it wasn't e
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180800
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The museum’s catalog description changed much less than the painting over those years. He wasn’t curator-in-chief of catalog descriptions, however, that task went to a curator arriving by another door.
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1808184
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Why is the sky grey he asked meI don't know, I saysudden flashes of light snowbloat the cloudssea gulls are squawkingexpect them to peck at my headI have nothing to feed them
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1808146
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There are lines//
across time, beyond the tug/
of elections and fashion,/
beyond the turbulence of history
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1808107
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Look at her. She doesn't want to be here. The kiss and “wouldn't miss it for the world” was as empty as her crossed arms, crossed legs, and jittery foot were loaded. She attacked the foam of her latte with a tiny red straw. I wanted to scream. Complain about the…
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18082714
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At some point, my lottery number/
was in the mid 300s. I was safe/
for whatever reason. No need/
to burn my draft card.
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