1805 2 2
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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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18051210
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Lucy looked up, smiled and said mine had a head that looked like a mushroom. I suppose she was right. We were sitting on the floor drawing naked bodies for our anatomy lesson and teasing each other about our lack of drawing talent. We were new friends, having met when…
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1805127
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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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180521
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She saw no sense in waiting. Waiting was a weakness.
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180531
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Hipster-neutral dressed simulacra-person offers a glance and a wave, sudden as a ping-pong serve, designed to crowd your space and "pal" you but I dodge it — I'm practiced at this.
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1805123
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180500
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Do I feel good about any of that? Not really. But I seem to find myself asking over and over again, why should I care? That's something that's never happened before. But I'd be lying if I didn't say I kind of liked it.
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18051410
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Oh to be young and vigorous.
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18042011
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The suite of dark rooms/
extends forever./
It’s no big deal.
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180444
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The last of your tenuous septum dissolves when you press the nozzle of the neti pot against it.
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180432
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“You know who Neil Peart looks like?” Gram said, ignoring Aaron's outburst.
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180411
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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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180443
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"Hey, man. All we represent to them, man, is somebody who needs a haircut."
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180431
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He wiped it with a damp cloth. He set it in a glazed clay pot next to the sofa and admired its scrawny handsomeness.
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180471
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I’m in high leather boots; I’m talking many dead cows here and I respect that
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18041414
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A wrinkled man lie atop an ivory-clad mattress, matched sheets covered his body, matched hair covered his head.
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180400
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If you were the ozone,
I’d want to leave you gaping.
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18042714
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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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180376
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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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180321
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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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180320
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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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180372
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The guy stretches out his arm as he rounds up the herd of ducks that only want to bob. He pulls down his sleeve over a heart tattoo, faded from being seen so many times. It’s a skinny sort of heart tattoo, an askew heart from where I stand, an arrow fro
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18031811
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It could be fun,/
with the guns, explosives, Molotov/
Cocktails and all,
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180387
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But what if it grew into a nasty tea party-ish bimbo right winger -- a little Michelle Bachmann nubbin?
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180375
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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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180364
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And she warms her hands on fresh-cut gizzards, And he forgets the taste of honeyed peaches
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180354
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When we were young and small we played in the orchard. Mom made apple pies and fried apples, caramel apples and apple sauce, apple cider. Grandma’s apple butter recipe.
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18022114
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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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180200
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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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180298
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I think I remember now why people write poetry.
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