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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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You're a good dog, she whispered to him, a good brave dog. Her face was tight with soap.
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the names / she carried (within)
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Afterward, at the motel, I asked her why she liked sex so much, and she said she liked the taste.
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I remember mad strong words out of a teenager, fresh from the shower without a blouse: First! He will be my age, period! He will be the first to walk me to my room as my fear crashes to earth, final, considered.
And I will be the first to milk the w
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I start with a morsel of truth, then hide it with lies...
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This summer they had reached their fifth anniversary, the landmark they’d dubbed the Bacchanal year. Instead of exchanging gifts made of wood, they’d bought expensive wines and champagnes and emancipated their bodies of clothing for two straight days. The
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Lise started making up words when she lost her voice.
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I am far from home, wherever that is.
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A performance is a series of situations. Each situation defines the characters that are in it.
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Alicia got to third block early and scribbled down some of the derivatives homework. Others trickled in intermittently, drifting to their seats like impurities getting caught in a filter.
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The television volume softens in the shadows.
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It's difficult to remember, much less write down, the hard times you thought were unforgettable when you have a full stomach. It's hard to remember that dirty little room you rented in that house, from a Bosnian landlord, on 27th avenue and Missouri. The…
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“Listen, Mother – you’re my ticket out of this burg and I’m not about to cash it in!”
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When you have lived with pain so long, you grow old and the old man inside of you takes over. That’s just the way it is.
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On his knees
he divinates diverging lines
with belly laughs he levitates
the rebel spheres into geodes .
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Judith was a bed wetter. Judith was a first-year college student and she was embarrassed that she wet the bed.
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I knew nothing about the letter at first. When I came in that morning and smiled and said good morning, it was a genuine smile and a heartfelt good morning. But the letter, which had arrived the previous afternoon, was already doing its corrosive work of
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The car has been parked there for slightly more than a day now, and nothing has occurred—there’s nothing “unusual,” nothing “amiss.” Except that it’s there, still, as he follows his boys to school.
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At street level there is a small arrow on which is printed “Museum of Numbers” that points up a long narrow staircase. There is a restaurant on the first floor. All the way up the stairs, the air is permeated with smell of fried foods
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Rarely is Quay Street so clean,
Monday in rain,
Neactain’s ticking over with
Slow jazz and crosswords,
Stout and steaming anoraks.
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It’s Sunday- no need to shave-/
but shave, I do. A little act//
of discipline in the discipline/
of routine.
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The place is buzzing with little women, all clad in black smocks.
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There are three ways I can love you, not even half of one more.
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Your mother is a great and dying bird. Once, she tended her grand feathered nest. Once, she preened.
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It doesn't have to be force grown betweenus. We entwine naturally. It's agood feeling to have a friend who at oncedoesn't require a hothouse ceiling laidbetween each invisible touch. There's justwind. There's just rain. There's just sun. There's just you.There's just…
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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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