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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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One by one our friends are kicking the bucket. Let's get together. It's now or never, we figure.
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What does she have / that I don’t have / that I can’t buy / for myself?
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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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So, I escaped from the Iron Curtain out of Czechoslovakia, as was called then. That was in 1956 I escaped, and came to Chicago where all of you were for some time already. I know our grandparents came over in early part of century, but my part of family
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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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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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The television volume softens in the shadows.
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I start with a morsel of truth, then hide it with lies...
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Her whole life was lived between high tide and low tide, moments of giggling grandeur and moments of sheer emptiness.
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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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hoping for a happy outcome/
like a kindly voice on the line
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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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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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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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Sophie hoped that Ryan would just stay in the bathroom and never come out. Her stomach turned just thinking about him, but wealthy nerds were easier to work than wealthy regular guys. No self-esteem, no experience with women…no problem.
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You may think you've tasted envy, but yours was just a sour sip of wine at a civilized wine-tasting. Mine is bottom-shelf, well-brand gin in a biker bar with miss-the-urinal piss stains on the floor.
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Her clothing style varies from grunge to glamor and . . . she always looks good.
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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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The past operates with incredible gravity. Powerful, efficient, deceptive. Thin, sleek cords sent out by it attach themselves to your back, your legs, your buttocks, the back of your head. Resist. Walk. One leg after another. Easy does it, like a baby. Do
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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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All I wanted was to love her.
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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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170287
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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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"when I say bag, what I mean to say is…"
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Uh oh, the dry cleaning ticket
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I walked around the mountains and the gravel roads that once were my home. The rain made tiny rivers in the clay that ran hard and fast, and I splashed in them until my feet were saturated and my hair was stuck to my face and in my mouth salty and I cried
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