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She seems to be demanding someone donate to her a beard. No one has gone any further with this, and the electricity of her song about beards, listing, growing more undulant, crescendos.
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179798
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I think I remember now why people write poetry.
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17972011
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The box thuds at your feet: mug, plant, wedding photo, the 25-year pen.
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179711
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Paul had come to Hawaii, like many young haoles from the mainland, to party. Partying proved to be lucrative for him. By early October 1982 he had done well for himself in Hawaii, living in a country house with sprawling lawns that held back the jungle foliage…
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179743
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"Hey, man. All we represent to them, man, is somebody who needs a haircut."
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179721
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Hollywood is the land of the slow no.
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1797107
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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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179753
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"...you are a freak of nature..."
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17962011
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The suite of dark rooms/
extends forever./
It’s no big deal.
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179600
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...dogs snapping at the brush as it spins this way, that way, eluding the slavering jaws by a hairs breadth. The fox twists and rolls, tries every trick, every last desperate one.
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1796169
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If love could only by heat be bound
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1796139
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Writing as a form of imaginative hatred
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17961513
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San Bruno avenue, six shops in eight blocks. Those Vietnamese ladies thrive on the pedicure trade.
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179682
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Once, when he had been married for a year, she sent him a card which said, "If you have seen a cat smoke a pipe, you have got it made." There was an illustration of a big, black panther, standing up on its hind legs, smoking what looked like a big tub of
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179600
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"Then why? Why?" she choked. "Why are you so... so mean to me?"
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17961410
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Oh to be young and vigorous.
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Let’s play a game. I’m thinking of a word.
Do we have to?
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179520
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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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179500
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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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179500
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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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1795129
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Fax me back to South Street listening to the dumpster / trumpeter, standing like licorice in the rain, / as the fetid officers assemble for the raid
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179580
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The serious writer looks back on a long and distinguished career as an herbologist.
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179500
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If you were the ozone,
I’d want to leave you gaping.
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179476
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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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1794168
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Their specialty is the roasted Australian hare, long ears intact, arranged on a bed of sassafras.
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Walking to class, Paula routinely fishes around in her purse to be sure the condom she thinks of as a close friend, even naming it Rhonda, is in there to help her avoid a pregnancy yet, even so, Paula admits that sometimes she daydreams in that boring economics class,…
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Harold’s a thinker, authors their plans. Last week he swiped six encrusted cans of Stroh’s from a faded cooler in his dad’s garage. He and LS guzzled each one in a chigger-weed patch behind the school gym, slurping and thumbing a stack of purloined
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In the gutter, the paper signs turned back to pulp.
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