1711 18 11
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hoping for a happy outcome/
like a kindly voice on the line
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171163
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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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171121
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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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171100
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Mayra heard the bell ring and opened the door to her small home in downtown Havana. Mayra was in her 50's and had the beautiful dark olive skin of most Cuban people who have a mix of Caucasian and Negro in their blood.
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1711155
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"when I say bag, what I mean to say is…"
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17111616
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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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1710199
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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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171064
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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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171045
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On Soapography, two actresses are discussing
everyone’s personal heaven, and in another room
you can hear a woman who is your dead mother
combing her hair in a doctor’s smock in a dream,
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171082
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Once, when he had been married for a year, she sent him a card which said, "If you have seen a cat smoke a pipe, you have got it made." There was an illustration of a big, black panther, standing up on its hind legs, smoking what looked like a big tub of
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171000
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"Did I have a dream, or did the dream have me?" - Rush, "Nocturne"
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171065
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Resting bitch face strikes again.
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171032
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Not a fuss, not a stink,
The eulogy, deep, will make one think,
Grandmother, sat in back, will wink
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171097
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171000
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...Loves and fights and retires; / And dies.
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1710109
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Mosaics are a trick of the eye, seeming
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1710128
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she lifted and threw her legs out the open
side front window of the speeding auto
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171075
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When you encounter a body laying on the road, drive over it.
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171021
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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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171073
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1710102
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I won’t be eating much anyway if someone doesn’t start reading me. I’ve got to get a hook so people will be drawn to my work. I’ve got a few concepts I’d like to share with you. See what you think.
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170933
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They came early and parked up, under cover of the night and the giant oak. I only know this because people told me afterwards. Watching us, they were. It was six o'clock before they smashed their way in, scaring the three of us out of our wits. Baby Billy screamed the place…
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170956
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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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170950
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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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170923
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① / empty space / not black / not white / not noise / blanck
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17092311
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The missions never change:/
To plant a bed of fast-blooming/
Flowers of annihilation/
Across an unspecific plain.
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170900
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I have two of those hand exercisers jamming the
tray and keeping it locked in place
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170910
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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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170932
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my fingers vibrate magnetic/
a humming void/
where my brain was
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170845
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The summer when I was six and my sister Audrey was eight, she'd walk around our house pretending to be in a trance, fingers strategically hovering over my mother's vases and lamps, leaving smudges behind on my father's heavy oak desk and rocking chair. She'd lumber past my…
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