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Twice burned, it buries its graves.
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175731
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175622
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I built the fence myself, strong and high and aesthetically pleasing. It was high enough to provide privacy on both sides, but from my bedroom balcony I could see everything. More than I wanted to see.
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175685
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When the malady struck and the world fell dark at noon, she and I groped the walls and found our front door. Outside, bewildered, we heard the whine of jets in free-fall, explosions in the imagined distance. And we heard a car — or was it a truck that veered…
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175611
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Only ever been twelve men on the moon. And one cheese.
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17562011
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The box thuds at your feet: mug, plant, wedding photo, the 25-year pen.
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175685
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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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175610
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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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175644
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Both his parents saved their pent up Puritan pasts to fill his ears with brimstone clichés.
"Idle time is the devil's playground", he would tell me, scrunching up his face, stuffing it full of meat lovers pizza.
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175675
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The man and the lady loved to laugh. She would tuck her hair back and lay her head on his stomach after dinner while watching old scary movies on Thursday nights. She would listen to his stomach digest the food and laugh then, he would laugh and…
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175663
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My fingers are shining
in the underwater afterlife of memory
searching for the nipple-sized mollusks
searching for the solid nature of things
left over from having lived a life
at all
That new rain smell, specifically
I remember that,
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175555
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Is it you with that fucking gold and platinum yacht?!?
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175511
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[CAUTION: IF YOU ARE UNDULY "FIXATED" ON GOD, AMERICA, MOM, APPLE PIE, AND/OR BASEBALL ... YOU MAY WANT TO AVERT YOUR EYES!]
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175552
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We lay in what we have made, minute fleshy bullets in the target we have made.
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175596
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I have always admired flat-chested women.
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1755136
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Valentine Dayso excitingit means he really loves herwhat will he bringshe waitshe comes home with a hang dogexpression on his faceher valentine was leftat the gambling table
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1755139
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Writing as a form of imaginative hatred
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175552
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But I still don't have my underwear in the right place.
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17551811
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It could be fun,/
with the guns, explosives, Molotov/
Cocktails and all,
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175500
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Not long ago, Owen the Second showed her a skull. He kept it in a brown cardboard box in the top of the closet. "My first wife," he said, and sneered, his lip bunching up around a scar just under his nose.
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175520
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As it turns out, hypertravel is surprisingly slimming.
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175500
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If you were the ozone,
I’d want to leave you gaping.
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1755105
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As a boy I fished under the Tappan Zee bridge which spans the Hudson River above New York City.
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175598
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All were part of the household of Court Astronomer Tycho Brahe (1546-1601)
who lost his nose in a duel as a student
and went through life thereafter wearing a gold prosthetic one instead
and who met and fell in love with a commoner who bore him eigh
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175510
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You're stupid drunk. And not feeling so good. You know you should stop doing this. But what else is there to do, especially since your brother went in? And now Roberto's gone to pick up his lady and left you alone, empty. Couldn't even drive you home. You don't…
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175553
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"...you are a freak of nature..."
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1754168
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Their specialty is the roasted Australian hare, long ears intact, arranged on a bed of sassafras.
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175496
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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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175421
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Sweet Tooth needed a little snack, so he ambled on down the hall to the kitchen. He figured to make one of his patented peanut butter, potato chip, tangerine, raisin, and banana sandwiches because those things just always hit the spot. Unfortunately, when he tugged the…
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1754169
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If love could only by heat be bound
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