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death spoke in a swimming pool in late june:
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She parks the car and trudges insidefor her daily visithoping that the new rouge hidesthe old tears.Five years now she has been comingto see himHe looks nothing like the pictures toanyone but her.They say she should go homeand rest, relaxShe doesn't know how…
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The trash is full. Again. I open the bathroom trash—because the diaper genie is stuffed—but there’s no room. I try the kitchen next. The lid swings open, catapulting carrot shavings onto the floor. I lay the diaper on the counter for later.
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...was discovered today hanging from a shower outlet in his bathroom...
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I am long of tooth, too, and when I go, maybe a box with my ashes inside will join the boxes containing the cats’ remains.
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It was oddly quiet, and the air had a strangely urgent quality. The sun came out, and water on the leaves and branches turned oaks and aspens into Christmas trees.
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And you lean forward and all of that caffeine anxiety rises up in your throat, the pressure in your jaw, a series of weights and pulleys on your teeth and at the back of your mouth. So when you open your mouth to talk, no sound is made, only the sound of
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Val walks through the world, absorbed in the day to day. A plainspoken narrator drones on in his mind. The nondescript voice marks time to the beat of Val's banal footfall, hums along with the whir of Val's modest, midsize sedan. The narration is loudest in the twilight…
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If love could only by heat be bound
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Be careful when you choose your muse,
for she may be a siren.
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There’s a hole in my sock, just large enough that my big toe keeps slipping out.
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An anorexic middle-aged woman walked up and watched me..
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You are walking through a canyon made of shelving units lined with colorful masterpieces of three-dimensional minimalist design
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They politely urged him not to get too involved with his creations.
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hoping for a happy outcome/
like a kindly voice on the line
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The night before leaving, we have French toast and red wine in Matthew's kitchen, our packs and sleeping bags and tents surrounding us, looming like golems. Because we're nervous, and a little drunk, the conversation inevitably turns to grammar. "I'm sure I learned…
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Lou Ann and Bobby drove in from Slidell and had a small, New Orleans wedding with just a one night honeymoon at the Monteleone because the next morning Bobby had to go. It was barely daylight as Lou Ann kissed him goodbye several times and blew him kisses as his cab pulled…
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I remember the man well, though he didn't notice me.Even though a million tiny things happened to cause his hand to brush me away from his neck, he didn't notice. Much like the way his eyes bounced off women's bodies as he hurried down the sidewalk in his blue wool…
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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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...lotus roots carved with clunky holes like a mouse’s drawing of Swiss cheese.
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She says he is not a real person. He says he doesn't understand. And that she should be with the dudes who want to be her boyfriend.
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...the knives she laid out on the porch before her husband left her, washed and dried, set neatly by copper pennies.
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All is Ready I have bathed in patchouli oil and my hair gleams, lustrous with brushing. I am wearing my gold ankle bracelets with the ruby charms that my love gave me when we had been married one year. My robe is fuschia silk and under it I wear…
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“It’s lost. Lost and gone. Forever. My love for you. I’m sorry.”
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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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Our Irish tradition is rich in Yeats, drenched in Bushmills.
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This year I did not markthe day of your death.I let it slip by in an afternoonfilled with music you'll never hear,words you'll never read,a chorus of voices raised in protestat the unwavering passage of time.I don't need a numberto know that you are gone.Since you went…
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If girls have keys for fingers then locks cannot hold them.
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I'm just a rental dog myself
looking for the guardian of starlight
peeing on the expired parking meters
and barking up all the wrong trees.
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Uh oh, the dry cleaning ticket
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