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Lulu Petite was sitting in a lounge chair by the side of the pool when she heard the man splash into the water, almost unnoticed by the guests milling around the backyard of the palatial estate. Everybody, seemingly, was involved in a balancing act of one
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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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Looking with his ears, Hearing with his eyes, Not really mute, he simply didn't know how to speak.One word, then another string together,a crack spreads across an ice covered lake. Now there is an open channel, and his thoughts roil the…
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Two cars smashed together, the sky started to look like a foot infected with gout...
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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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and the moon shines on like a silver dollar
and coyotes in the desert scream and holler
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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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fate is an illusion we use to ease the terror of our mortality
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I invited Van Gogh over for some drinks and a chat. I'm talking about Vincent.
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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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Lise started making up words when she lost her voice.
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Mosaics are a trick of the eye, seeming
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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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He pours another shot and says: Then I buried it in the yard. The time capsule I mean. You have to plug it in to see. I wonder if they’ll know.
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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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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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With small and fleshy hands/
I scratch at enigmatic stones,
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Identification both ways was BooBoo, case sensitive.
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The place is buzzing with little women, all clad in black smocks.
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The only silver lining? The man in my life and I are in this together.
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the names / she carried (within)
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There won't be dancing, anymore. That isn't true, that can't be true; but there is no floor to dance on, you know?
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Flash’s hackles stood brushlike but he kept his head bowed just enough beneath the bigger dog’s stare to delay the inevitable fight. Flash, Mal thought approvingly, would pick the time and place.
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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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On his knees
he divinates diverging lines
with belly laughs he levitates
the rebel spheres into geodes .
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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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I know this: the sky is vast here//
and the sun unforgiving/
to any architecture not the best
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Parsimony, Sage Advice, Alimony, and Time.
That would be one.
The Waste Land. The Hollow Men. The Red Wheelbarrow.
There are others,
But I have definite shoe anxiety dreams and can’t get over them.
Do not Go Gently Into That Good Night. Alone
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