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He got tired of the pool party, the chit-chat, the suburban posturing, and he decided to swim home.
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Shadows from a star
Never too close
Never too far
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After work and wine, I Take some red food coloring and empty it Into my bath water. I submerge myself and open my eyes Like looking backwards at the world through A liquid sunset. I push myself under water, squeaking Feet…
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A farm girl raised on fresh eggs and weather forecasts...
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Boys start fires all the time— it's a rite of passage— so when your father gives you the task of setting fire to the family's trash, you don't mind, and when the flames ignite inside the old dishwasher he heaved into the woods behind the house, you…
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I stand corrected once more.
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We sat in the weight room. The coach walked in with his clipboard and stood until we were quiet.
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Shakespeare had red hair / Van Gogh never painted a nude
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I was ashamed of my conscience.
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The Karaoke Girls are not appreciated. Not nearly enough and not often enough.
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I was just sitting in the corner, stirring my stories with a straw that sucked characters out of bars.
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From above we see the trampled grass circling the house. Trampled grass from where half starved alligators circled the house, hissing and issuing low moans. Half starved alligators deranged by the red skies circled the house in the late August of the last year. Beginning in…
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love weaves a perforated web
between the spikes
of longing
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Let’s say you know so little about me. Like whose idea of a joke to name me Hideo for excellent male. Or why I hang out at triangle Park, ogling expatriates or crusty punks.
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...a headwater stream that has never had a name....
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where is the magic at?
the spit
the dirt
or the words?
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Her preferred post-coital activity is to pant, to suck in air with urgent greed.
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A crash, a loud tear screams through the house. A coffee table continues its dutiful life as a bitch.
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The last row of furniture is all black leather. In unison the tigers hop onto a couch a piece, sit calmly on their haunches, and reach for remote controls buried in the cushions. Roaring, they paw at the remotes.
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I concluded that Parisian sexuality must be partially indebted to the cricket or grasshopper. The entrance to their flat was a wood door scarred by scriptures common to places frequented by people who have not yet made their mark on the world.
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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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watch/
the second hand sweep
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I've heard of sucessful marriages where there's very little sex.
My heart aches for that kind of love.
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turn my Dorothy Hamill into a golden shadow
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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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I call him a Staffordshire terrier. You call him a pit bull. Some people say he's lovable. Other people say he'll bite your face off without thinking too hard.
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She never saw me pull the wings off live flies or throw wood lice in the fire just to see them shrivel, drown a beetle in a stream of warm pee.
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Ahead, she heard voices. She approached very slowly, as quiet as possible. She knelt behind a pair of shrubs and peeked through a small opening.
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He was ready for the rub. Tense. She could always tell. The legs, the shuffles. He had to be frantic before he would come to her, his own wife. Vanity, fright. She could read him like a book open on the table, turn his pages the way a fish flakes. "It's comfort night,…
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