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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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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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death spoke in a swimming pool in late june:
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153551
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Though we came to life as to a school/
We leave without graduating
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She crossed the room to a tub in the center, the great woman with flowing locks of bronze, turning the taps until a heatless white became warm enough to bathe in. She added soap of some kind and the light became the bubbles,…
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Over the river and through the woods to grandmother's house they went, Will and his new girlfriend Emma from Atlanta for the annual family dinner and drunken disaster in Allendale.
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Mama sleeps in bed with us. The blue of her ghost sleeps underneath me. I love her more than anything. What does she think when we are naked, when we yell, or mimic, imbibe, curse, cry, shake, make love, roll over on her, want to die?
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153500
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Ireland - her beauty is like a drug.
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153521
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He leans against the truck, the sun sinking on the day, shadows inching down the side of the house, yawning towards the horizon.
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153573
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the far-flung Turner boys and their broods descended upon Pemberton like locusts
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153430
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“He looks funny again,” the twins would say. “Cow looks funny, Mummy.”
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153442
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The heat was different in the 90's Car rides played all the right tunes, and early, Saturday mornings echoed explosions of excitement, and neighborly visits Apartments; one beige body; filled our LA slum, street Sprinklers colored the hot…
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Often, meeting attractive people we pay very little emotion toward them ... Why? It's because we have no common (often the economic in its sense) project of living to bring us together ... When such project exist ... Then, well ... we find people sexy
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153467
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"Someone should have told her that less is more..."
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153421
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I didn’t always have this metal thing poking out of the top of my head. I used to be a self-respecting farm animal amongst a barnyard of toys, but then the kids grew up.
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153477
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can they approve, our/gods in our wallets? only/when we tell them to.
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153400
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"My Chi felt stimulated."
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153452
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I know what he meant.
I've been in the 3 A.M. cream cheese.
I've known the hole in the bagel.
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1534138
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All the years since, until this morning, I'd thought the actor was James Gregory.
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153400
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We dig up conscience-tunnels, pluck the play-flower of present choice for fun, run aground, past this dimly lit, though not to be underestimated, stage, and open door upon empty door, to nothing, for the lights are a pulse flickering in the perceptual per
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153453
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They try to incorporate a little of Ravel around their edges, the ones where their molecules bump off into other parallel realities, into other non-localities, into other potentials. She isn't buying it. She's tuned in. And she can tell.
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the steady, persistent work of beauty
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153476
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He leans in close then, close enough that when he speaks, his words tiptoe out and tuck me in.
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1534134
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the urgent, naked glow of opportunity
or
the dim fluorescent nuisance of an object out of reach
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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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Taken by agents of the United States of America, Felix Six-Killer grows up at the Carlisle Indian School near Philadelphia, the city of brotherly love. His hair is cut and oiled. His shirts are starched and creased. For months he is startled to find himself seated for…
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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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the moon is the pupil of the cave’s eye
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