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With small and fleshy hands/
I scratch at enigmatic stones,
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What does she have / that I don’t have / that I can’t buy / for myself?
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For the briefest moment, she was part of the sky. She hung there. Frozen. Suspended. Arms outstretched. She thought maybe she could take off flying, if she strained against gravity hard enough. She would soar into the pale blue until she reached the clouds. They …
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My spooky cat got out again. Under the deck she ran. Out came the hose that chased her about. Fur spiked, tail pointing, yowling, she hissed at me, and back in the house she pranced. It's been two days now. She slithers out for food after…
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"We all knew that the thirty-eight year old mother, with the house on the hill, was having an affair with Darren, a fifteen year old boy, but no one did anything about it. When he was sixteen the parents found out and were furious, but the police were ne
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Dreams will show you a life that might or might not be yours, but you better believe that they've got to serve when you're asked to come up with a story."--Frank Baron, the night he made bail and left town1. First Blood in Dreams Long Ago The…
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Hey, how are you? she squeaked.
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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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feeling empty as the
bottom of a bottle
dry as a bone
in death valley alone
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Identification both ways was BooBoo, case sensitive.
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I looked around in my pantry but there were no sentences I felt like cooking.
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the names / she carried (within)
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175110
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Lise started making up words when she lost her voice.
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I only knew that my heart was not in my life as I was presently living it. I needed the breasts of my Helen in my mouth forever, or I was going to die. Die! Ah, the life of a poet! I couldn’t go on living like this. Why should I go on living like this?
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① / empty space / not black / not white / not noise / blanck
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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 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’m supposed to be writing poems but it’s Saturday morning and I’m watching cartoons.
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I start with a morsel of truth, then hide it with lies...
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My husband waits for him to hurt himself.
The boy drinks red wine between movements,
Staring hypnotically at the back
Of a girl’s head.
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Co-workers have started calling him Jesus, Manson, Foghat, Doobie Brother, hippie, hipster, Grizzly Adams, Dude Lebowski... there’s really no end to it.
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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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and the moon shines on like a silver dollar
and coyotes in the desert scream and holler
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Uncounted hens and piglets/
die at my demand. The killing floor//
runs red for me. I am/
monstrous to creatures small and great,
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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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My cats are my world and more. They are rotund, little indoor-girl cats, though, who were taken from their mother too early to learn things like hunting and properly washing their privates, and so they think the mouse is just another interesting thing to
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The only silver lining? The man in my life and I are in this together.
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Sometime in the late 60s when I was thirteen I had this paper route for the San Mateo Times.
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