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Something about shadows and last time and driving.
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158574
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He calls it an owl glass: he’s allowed: he’s six.
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158553
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"and I turned to you, at some joke we shared,
and saw winter ease its hand,"
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1585118
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I was sleeping the night of a hurricane party. I awoke to lightning flashes. They lit the undersides of descending clouds, and lit the shadows of scattering dancers. The hurricane must have turned inland.
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15851711
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Each little token is the world/
as you knew it at each time and place
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158544
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Perseid meteors fly past their ship like cosmic fire-wasps.
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1585127
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Foolish boy, you chose
your parents poorly-
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158521
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Bake sweet rolls and make love to your new wife, fall asleep for three years and grow a beard.
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158532
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The night we broke into Bron-yr-Aur it was too cold to make love. I said I wasn't horny anyway. You put your hand on my forehead: Are you ill?
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158544
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She wakes up with rosemary.
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158540
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"As the thing lurches upright, I can see now that it is an old woman with snake eyes… a dead old woman with snake eyes and peeling flesh. She is putrid and maggoty. She is coming right at us. She is my mother."
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158421
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Naked Lady? I know that from somewhere. Then he remembered. That's what they called those old 1930's and 40's Conn saxophones, Naked Ladies. How would Smith know that?
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158410
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He first saw her stepping off a water taxi by the Long Docks in the rain at night, her right arm atrophied from some early childhood disease, dangling like an apology, her other holding a cigarette. Her wet black hair hung past her shoulders and her eyes
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158401
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Dear Butterfly, Are you there ? Wherever there is ? Are you there, crossing your feet on top of each other, sipping your coffee while observing the sky from behind those cat-eye glasses of yours ? 3 days, 8 months and 11 years. That's exactly how long since the last time…
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158400
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Sitting in the upper last row of Wyatt Hall, Matt stretched his long legs under the fold-up desk top. He looked down past his fellow students' heads to barely catch something Dr. Mock had said. . . .
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158411
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Puddles—not his real name, as you’ve probably gathered, but the kind of nickname a fat kid got tagged with in our neighborhood—kept stopping short, picking underwear out of his ass or taking a breather. This had the unfortunate byproduct of my crashing in
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158498
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It is true that the college dogs spread vermin, reeked and shat on the soccer field...
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158433
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By February, I had decided,
That you'd tear out my throat every morning
if it meant your favorite song would play from my neck.
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158442
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THE man in the tent with the stick points to the chart on the wall and says to us all: the stats point to the end of the war by the end of the fall. A just war, not just oil. Just then Allah's shadow comes over the scene. He's here to stiffen his troops with some …
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158477
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He laughs and runs just like the other boys even though he doesn’t have a father now, just his mom.
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158400
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I'm subconsciously a sucker for guys who are no good for my
self-esteem. Or waistline.
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158311
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A procession of our somber youth—
stoned and stunned and
broken beyond repair—viewed
the boy carved of putty.
The mortician painted him
stuffed him, presented him
to us, the semi-living.
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158345
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. . . it's all we ever want -- the holding.
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1583177
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a song jolts my memory . . .
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15831412
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Usually I’m the only guy in a roomful of women. Some of them are foxy, too.
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158355
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The jewels were dragonflies, buzzing lazily, Beelzebub’s hair a golden meadow.
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There were echoes all around them, their shadows delirious and only existed in short spurts under the breath of the streetlights. They danced as their cigarettes leaked calligraphy across the night sky and she tried to trace it with her finger. He asked her what it said…
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158311
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On an overcast and humid day in August, Jesus—with Dad’s permission, of course—decided to make his grand return.
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Everyone loves a story of love
unrequited.
But what about the stories
of the unrequited lovee?
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