1611 8 9
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I’m deathly afraid of the pub crawls
of my ancestors, through Bohemia and Fitzrovia
because of the ghosts of alcohol already
etched inside my veins
and the headlong loss of oxygen
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1611 6 4
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This Tippy’s name was Cheryl — something both of them were so far not committing to paper or saying. Unusual in a salesman, she thought. He is insincere and intends to sell her something.
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1610 2 1
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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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1610 0 0
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Sora collapsed on the wall to Azure’s squeals. She felt her arm lifted up and placed around Azure’s shoulder.
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1610 7 6
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The pristine Hudson's/waters dance in the dark of/the East River's rinse.
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1610 7 4
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He calls it an owl glass: he’s allowed: he’s six.
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1610 6 3
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Let’s say you know so little about me. Like whose idea of a joke to name me Hideo for excellent male. Or why I hang out at triangle Park, ogling expatriates or crusty punks.
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1610 9 8
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It is true that the college dogs spread vermin, reeked and shat on the soccer field...
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1610 8 2
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Mom wraps a bulky-knit scarf around my face and over my mouth. She tightens it into a big knot in back of my collar.
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1610 6 3
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A week ago, Lina had felt a pain crack over her right eyebrow. It was there every day, creeping from her ear to the middle of her forehead.
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1610 6 5
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The heart attack felt like the time Alison stabbed me with knitting needles. It made me want to see her. She was the fun wife, the first of three. I was morbid and full of regret — my drinking had driven them away, no kids in the wake. I decided to visit all of…
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1609 5 2
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This is Peter’s office. The room is small, and the wood paneling is painted white. Light colors, Peter has been told, make a room appear larger.
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1609 17 5
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I'm old enough to be her father.
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1609 10 6
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She is face down in the snow
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1609 8 5
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It was by the well on one cold early spring morning
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1609 7 6
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I pay for 3 Trump Troll Dolls and a package red licorice twizzlers and head back toward the door. Dancing Gnome Girl is there to greet me. I stick a twizzler in the teeth of the donation pail.
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1609 4 3
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Shadows from a star
Never too close
Never too far
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1609 6 6
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israeli flares light gaza/ casting incandescent nudity/ upon jumbled puzzle piece buildings.
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1609 6 3
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“I'm thinking about math class,” she said. “The solution to three factorial.”
“Easy,” Leo said.
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1609 9 7
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a girl with wolves, dogs and a bear
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1608 1 1
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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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1608 19 11
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Girl with glasses and
skinny fingers
playing with wires
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1608 0 0
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“A shibboleth is a test—a way to separate da wheat from da chaff that's as old as the Bible, but as new as the latest trend in men's fashions,” Gus says.
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1608 6 2
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Eddie meets Sarah Packard, a “college girl” played by Piper Laurie. She walks with a limp, a fact Eddie doesn’t notice at first because she’s sitting down at a diner table in a bus station. She’s alcoholic and writes poetry.
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1608 5 3
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For reasons he couldn't fathom, his motorcycle only moved in reverse. He engaged the engine and lurched backward hard. He called a friend, a gear-head with perpetually dirty nails, asked him to look it over.
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1608 8 2
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13 rooks on a lifeless tree
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1608 2 1
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"For several days thinking they had found a dead man’s boot beside the highway..."
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1608 1 1
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When we started plans for the party, none of us wanted Larry to die, most of all Larry himself.
Actually, when we first started plans for the party, Larry wasn’t dying.
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1608 0 0
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Rosea plays a bohemian plainsong for the cosmonauts among us, while her fuzzy apple hips spit glitter, spin strobes: pink shades of pantyline flicker; lip-licked neon hues scrape strings in B sharp, a gloomy clue.
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1608 2 2
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...you should pick a VERY OLD millionaire. Very old, and NOT VERY WELL...
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