1599 3 3
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two roses her eyes
aqua-blue
no, blue-green
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1599 6 1
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You look at people
and despise them all.
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I have never seen doubt on the face of a Roman general,' he said, ‘but when you looked at me and said “I know”…that was a certainty I'd never encontered. You have crossed the Acheron twice.'
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"For several days thinking they had found a dead man’s boot beside the highway..."
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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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He keeps saying it,
babbles the term like he knows what it means
and we wince and interject with mama,
mama,
mama,
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Shadows from a star
Never too close
Never too far
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1599 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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I try to enjoy my bookbut the mannequins keep tapping at the windowWhen I look up they vanish Outsidefibreglass clouds are kept in placeby invisible wires——Sometimes the mannequins …
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1599 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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1599 2 1
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Ug seemed kinda down in the dumps so, uncharacteristically for a male hominid, I asked him why he looked so glum.
“Ug no find nice girl,” he said, poking a stick in the dirt.
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1599 9 3
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You looked like someone I didn't want to know. I guess that's why I got in the car that night. My penchant for self-destruction was aroused by your black nail polish and the lavender circles under your eyes. You looked like someone that could hurt me, yeah, that's why I got…
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1599 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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1599 5 3
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Twenty-two tornadoes tore through Toronto, spiraling steel and stone to the streets where she stood, texting her best friend.
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1599 7 7
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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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1599 2 2
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...you should pick a VERY OLD millionaire. Very old, and NOT VERY WELL...
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strung from her window to a tree
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1599 4 2
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1599 2 0
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Summer nights in Boston, old cast iron streetlights.
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1599 10 8
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Sunday morning beginning with a bang. Accused, found wanting, sentenced.
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1599 9 7
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MOSAIC Your eyes coal-rimmed, busted, burned by betrayal. You and I, knee to knuckle, skinny with disorders and blurred around our edges. Challenged by our experience and the ash of past-love dusting the grate, the state, the…
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1599 1 1
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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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1599 3 2
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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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Tunnel hobos, all hootched up high, think a sign's all about super powers, mind reading, clairvoyance, dig?
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1598 2 1
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She picked the fish out of the box leaving a pool of mucus and blood slowly congealing on the shelf and dripped it toward the kitchen table. Outside the wind lashed the tops of the poplar trees together and rain sprayed from the barn roof opposite.
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Sora rubbed her neck as Azure gave her attention. She did not know where to begin, thinking about what to say first.
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1598 3 0
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white-gray mounds persist
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Food is silly. Eating is silly. Yet the camaraderie of sharing a table is not silly. It is sacred. It becomes silly when the jello arrives.
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1598 2 0
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Contemporary persecution of Christians takes on milder forms of torture like having to explain away something Pat Robertson said, or constantly having to hear about Fred Phelps picketing funerals because he happens to hate homosexuals.
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1598 0 0
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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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