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...the fatal bleeding-out of the love receptors. They call it “Juliet's Tears.”
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16202011
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The nearsighted world/
puts on its lenses
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162022
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I look down at my free of clothing genitalia and curiously note that the testicles sprout from above my erect penis, and my scrotum is so taut, hard and shriveled as to conjure squished images of a gigantic pink peanut.
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162022
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...you should pick a VERY OLD millionaire. Very old, and NOT VERY WELL...
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162033
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Her body: normal as a body, a baby’s body: skin and eyes.
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162031
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It was cloudy, the way he liked it -- no baking in the sun. People passed occasionally. He sniffed at the joggers, “Health Nuts,” he dubbed them. He hadn’t exercised since his last high school gym class.
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162063
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Another bird hits the large plate glass patio doors as I am sipping my morning coffee.
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162040
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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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161933
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161976
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The pristine Hudson's/waters dance in the dark of/the East River's rinse.
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16191911
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Girl with glasses and
skinny fingers
playing with wires
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161952
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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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161942
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There was a small slanted hole through the edge of the door, and another one in the door frame. She pushed the door closed to check. The holes matched up.
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161953
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She came to my house late that last night and shucked off her things and we slow-danced to Cruisin' as beaded rainwater slid off her black hair to the floor. She smiled an almost quizzical smile as she drank me there with her eyes, as if I was some…
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161931
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I went to a drum circle next night under the full moon in May, scotch broom and lilacs blooming. One does not inhale such aphrodisiacs without losing one’s balance. There were children of druids and pagans and stregas from lands over the sea, lands beyo
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1619124
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Xanax, A hand gun, And the courage to pull the trigger
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161900
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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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161972
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I must have been six years old at that time, but the events of…
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161911
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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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161964
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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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16182112
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We lie sleepless at night, enraged,/
and finger the keyboard
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161896
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I held her hand through two divorces, I warned her that gorgeous Geoffrey was homosexual when she was oblivious, and I fed her children when she was off at rehab (four times before it 'took').
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161885
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Not believing enough in God he was made unfortunate. Neither cursed nor damned; merely little things. Missing rides, running out of toilet paper, showing up late. Until, suspecting someone he had overlooked, he chose a God. The wrong One it transpired. Things…
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161874
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He calls it an owl glass: he’s allowed: he’s six.
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161864
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Zinvushka Zokolovskaya and I first met at the local botanical garden.
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161800
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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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161800
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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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1618104
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"Nice one, sir," the toilet said.
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161832
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Harold Smithe awoke that Tuesday morning precisely at 6 am. He did this every day for as long as he could remember. Even on the weekends when his schedule varied. Well, varied slightly. He lay in bed trying to wake up and mulled over the things he needed to accomplish for…
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161832
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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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