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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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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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Biscuits and gravy. I'm off today, I'm lazy.
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Your mother is a great and dying bird. Once, she tended her grand feathered nest. Once, she preened.
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The separation—the plan—had been a long time coming. After years of fighting and therapy and apologizing and, finally, silence, their marriage was about to die of exhaustion.
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During what's called "Children's time," one day at church Sarah slides her left foot halfway out of her tiny ballet slipper to show Davie her toenails are painted the same soft pink as the inside of her shoe. "Look," she says. "My…
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Miriam forced herself to focus on the kitchen door and on putting one foot in front of the other.
“Is everything alright?” she heard Ada ask the family.
“Of course, everything is fine,” the woman said. “What could be wrong other than the impossible serv
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They were all sitting naked in a sauna and drinking Diet Coke, with droopy ball sacks and sweat rolling over massive man titties and paunches. Yahweh sat on an upper bench, wearing dark goggles to protect his eyes from the brightness of his own still radi
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It's difficult to remember, much less write down, the hard times you thought were unforgettable when you have a full stomach. It's hard to remember that dirty little room you rented in that house, from a Bosnian landlord, on 27th avenue and Missouri. The…
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She’s witnessed her mother’s terror on the day of the hurricane, and she demanded for the first time in her life that her mother do something her mother did not want to do.
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Jasmine as skeined skins… of liquid hers, by willow courts, the lychee's water wains: as apple-moats flush fawn in russet light, through cherry floats, the leopard-dots of dawn. Branch to branchlet green …
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Uh oh, the dry cleaning ticket
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so I tighten hands with my castaway and say/you failed to impress in your folded peacock dress
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"My Chi felt stimulated."
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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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there is a vault in the mountains / that in itself contains infinite vaults
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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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It’s been stored away in the cedar chest since my mother put it there in the early 60’s, well, 1962 to be exact. She was a careful woman, but over these many years the bow has flattened, and the wind-up parts have corroded some from non-use. Oh, the
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I walked to work back then...
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You're a good dog, she whispered to him, a good brave dog. Her face was tight with soap.
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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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I travel over your body with small feet,
reach your heart.
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in our teens as tough as the cold/we wore denim and flannel with our boots/kicking at whichever wind blew . . .
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Mark dressed the velvet red Stetson,
too big for his head,
like a dandy.
A six year old savior
with fringe on his pockets
flapping as he, the ‘Judas horse’
led me ’round back
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From a window, the young Pole Krzysztof Penderecki saw resistance fighters hanged by Nazis...
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Soon enough, October’s ragged/
lawn will hide its deficiencies//
under withered leaves of oak,
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She used her right breast. Lifted it to her chin, aimed at the can, and shoved it down as hard as she could.
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