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When he got out of sick bay, they moved him into a room with three other alkies. A kid, a tree trimmer, and a Catholic priest.
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Shadows from a star
Never too close
Never too far
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Be not a Hercules furens abroad, and a Poltroon within thyself
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I am reintroducing myself.
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saw the world was a mess
I did nothing about it, poured myself some apple juice
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that doesn't need any words to arrive fully formed, or too many words to be believed in at all I should say, a little something we can simply send back and forth across your time and my space without having to talk at length about it, but being a …
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Each little token is the world/
as you knew it at each time and place
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Abominables do roam the earth; I know it.
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They are all sleeping, but I know better. I will keep watch and if he comes tonight I will be alert and ready. When he arrives he'll see the slack mouths, the graceless sprawls, hear the grunts, snorts and snores of the other women and then he'll sense me. My eyes will…
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Our ironies don’t make us happy
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She wakes up sad. She can't shit. She spreads out the foil. no creases. folds it in half. She puts the stuff in the crease. holds a lighter under it. A zippo. then smokes it. Well smokes the smoke. It's like kissing god or the…
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in a puddle of water, the butterfly rests on a stone
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On the way home, “Friendly honk,” he said.
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I was ashamed of my conscience.
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Remember when I entered a room and turned heads
is my youthful charm a sputtering fire in the hearth
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Send me a secret story in a song just for me
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He calls it an owl glass: he’s allowed: he’s six.
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it's time for the cold, antiseptic
cloth to briskly remove the evidence.
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Once, I asked my father why Rex turned around three times before settling down for a nap. He told me it was because one good turn deserves another, then he laughed.
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I don’t remember much about kindergarten.... The teacher’s name was Mrs. Halverson. She was nice.
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words have their own ancestors,/deeds are commanded by their own lords./
knowledge and thought do not make me understand—/no surprise, then, that I am not understood.
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Now they are sleeping in a poppy field, sun-drenched warm afternoon girls lying on their stomachs and sides, faces in flowers, and flowers blowing, blowing. If this afternoon were every afternoon, the world would be cured.
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Once, asked what time it was, M. replied, "Eternity."
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There was an empty box on his facebook page asking to be filled in with, “What’s on your mind?” He thought. "Hair?"
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Dinner conversation reminds me of the chatter of birds. Happy talk. Nothing real.
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That night we went out to shoot some pool at the pool hall over on Durant Avenue, which was above a bar called Kip’s. Rotten Bobby walked in with his own damn pool cue, which came broken down in two pieces. He carried it in a narrow felt-lined carrying
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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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I met Barry Hannah once in my life. I’d come to Oxford, MS, to meet an entirely different writer whom I thought then and think now very highly of. I’d also come to escape from another slew of regrets. Oxford is a great city to run away to.
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...painted by my mother with meticulous attention...
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