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He remembered waking up on those lazy summer days hearing the sad song of mourning doves.
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1605119
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Be careful when you choose your muse,
for she may be a siren.
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1605114
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I have an appointment set for the day after next; you said you thought you might be firing blanks and then I feel a kick into my chest—two kicks, three, seven at least—my cat is going crazy at the stinky tom outside the window and the birds are waking, sc
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Every morning if I don't have to go potty....
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160543
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Somewhere in her the name triggers/
a grainy chain of Cheech & Chong
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160532
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“Emerald Leaf Borers, Dutch Elm Disease and Gypsy Moths blow through here like the Plagues of Egypt,” said Rafe, sipping from his glass of Parallel 44 wine. “You'd think we'd get more than a few days of good weather for all the parasites we feed.” …
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160587
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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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160500
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"Sorry, I need to confirm the results." Sal turned to Paul. "Is it true that you got stood up?"
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160584
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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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1605126
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The ghosts run before/
attacking horsemen. A heart/
is ruptured by a spear.
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1605137
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You are a space-walker and a time-traveler...
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16042010
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Practice has perfected disengagement.
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160453
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“Me try anything,” he says, then laughs a little. “You’re fucked.”
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160454
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My mother saw the Devil everywhere, even in my dance teacher, with his black leotards and chest hair like bean sprouts. "You're flamingos," he'd say in class when we balanced on one foot; when we lept into the air, "Now you're panthers!" I pictured him in a dark robe,…
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160432
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I have committed to nothing. Therefore I have committed to something. The first sentence is now moot, and this story will eat itself.
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He took off his sombrero and playfully placed it on my head. “And really, don’t be upset. You’re fine. There’s nothing wrong with loving your cat.”
He was right, there is nothing wrong with loving your cat. But there is something wrong with owning a di
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160455
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What does she have / that I don’t have / that I can’t buy / for myself?
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160400
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Back when they were younger, David was always gushing about every little thing in his head, and his openness appealed to her as much as his muscular frame did. But after that year they spent apart, he was always ... smiling. Smiling and vague.
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160420
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As it turns out, hypertravel is surprisingly slimming.
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There is only one other person in the pool, in the adjacent lane. I stop to adjust my goggles and notice his waterproof ear buds.
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I remember meeting you many years later.
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he knows that his wife knows. she can smell the adverbs on his tongue in the mornings. but he cannot get through another evening in that house without consonants.
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160400
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Every time Hector left his home he wondered if it was for the last time. It was Monday at 2:45, so he was standing in the bedroom near the tall mirror, staring into his dark eyes. In the past, she would lovingly help him dress with her tiny, perfect fingers. She…
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You're on the Ferris wheel, and the wind is blowing just a little bit, and the sky is invisible behind a wash of white clouds, and your little yellow box tips when you look down, down to the fairway swinging. In the boxes below grandmothers are shrieking …
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160321
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On a hot summer day in downtown San Francisco, a flasher gets more than he bargains for when the woman he flashed at a coffeehouse pulls out a gun.
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The missions never change:/
To plant a bed of fast-blooming/
Flowers of annihilation/
Across an unspecific plain.
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160321
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Everybody knew it would happen. It didn’t happen exactly when or how they thought it would, but nonetheless it happened.
“I told you it would happen,” a bearded man told his wife.
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Now, at last, she finds what she's been searching for. Worms. Like bitty pale larva, like half-moons of air trapped under fingernails. She thinks she sees one twitch; she blinks more furiously and hates herself for it.
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