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I took a lover on Ibiza either because he was clean-smelling or because he had a hotel room and there were none to be had.
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166565
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Cézanne sags during a moment of paint. There is an umbrella in the room whose surface collects his thoughts. Outside, in the rain, the grass and garden smell strongly of spring. Fruit litters the table. Light through the window writhes in conversation with shape and…
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two roses her eyes
aqua-blue
no, blue-green
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166400
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I figure maybe I’m mostly alone; they are all running down staircases or falling down fire escapes, some of them naked, some of them with towels, mostly probably naked though.
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The lungs forsake their love of breath. The arms/
resist throwing off the small weight of sheets.
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166444
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It was a dark and stormy night.
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1664105
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He was instantly on her, pulling at her nightgown
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166488
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-Love is a rushing
of blood
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16641211
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The cataclysm of all those photons/
mad to be a part of you
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1664128
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fetal position can make a man seem small. harmless. like the child your womb won't carry...
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166422
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He just had to tell somebody. Anybody.
So he called up his publisher, L., who agreed to meet him at Oliveira’s for a drink. It only took about ten minutes to walk there from his big duplex in the Elmwood, where he was still living with his wife among
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Two summers later, the ritual began. Carol left her house at midnight, having served her husband and daughter a heavy dinner that left them caged in their sleep. She was like a thief working in reverse: she rose from bed with her husband’s first snore,
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1664105
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moonbeams unrecognized language
steadies my course
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Regrets lined behind him like crossties on a railroad track.
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166488
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“I won't live here,” Beth said, waving her hand to indicate the small Southern town in which they were having dinner—the most delicious fried chicken either of them had ever tasted—in a restaurant located in an antebellum mansion. She looked…
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Marv felt a stirring. Warmth in his gut. "Maybe we should get together," Marv said.
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In human rights, a man and a woman may marry and bring forth a family. It is a civil right in the U.S. but not a human right (as far as I know) to raise a child singly without the knowledge of the other parent.
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166396
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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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remembering Cahokia, a place we rent near the water's edge, for we dare not enter
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166300
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...the fatal bleeding-out of the love receptors. They call it “Juliet's Tears.”
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In mid dream, mid journey, there's a barrier we must cross, flat and vast like an ocean. We're told the barrier is a monster. To cross the barrier we must maim one of its eyes. There, rising to the surface is half a large…
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166322
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...you should pick a VERY OLD millionaire. Very old, and NOT VERY WELL...
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166321
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He repeated these six words like a prayer. His only confession.
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166300
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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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1663128
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Trigger warning: casualties of war.
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He liked to take pictures of her, and she liked to pose. It made her horny, she said.
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166200
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Mayumi could see as far as her eyes could, all the buildings hugged by the trees. Roads stretching outward as if reaching for something far away.
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166266
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some answers are enough to make you cry or laugh yourself to death
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166270
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I heard this story from my grandmother who heard it from her grandmother who heard it from an uncle, who was a monkey.
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like the dome of an immense lamp
like blades of grass at the sweep of the scythe
like a line of cliffs against a tempestuous tide
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