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Later, your father stared, confused, at the empty spot where the wall paint layers ended in the shape of the old machines. He stopped coming in.
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I was shooting baskets in the driveway when the Mexican kid delivered the groceries. He drove in fast and loud . . .
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It is the first day of summer, a blue-green afternoon, and we sit beneath the English oak, Quercus robur. Everything has at least two names. It is the first day of summer, or the last day of something else.
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If I felt like reading a book
then I would read a book
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the beeps, rhythmic,
tell us that you're still with us
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Morning's first blush, their world in repose. Sated, drained, spent; …
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I'd never seen a dead person before, let alone one that was living just
seconds earlier.
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Alysia tried to focus on what was important, but it was too much to bear. She was ready to dive down when a shot of wind blew past her, causing her and Megumi to lose control over their gliders.
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She stood there with her back to me and her dress around her ankles.
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We sat in silence, the entire train, the few other passengers in anxious wait to see if I would change my mind. We all flipped pages, glanced up at each other, looked away when noticed.
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Her smile dazzled me from across the room.
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1611126
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Defy the impulse to grow beyond/
your means and the means of the/
place where you lie at night.
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161141
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A heart which is alive despite everything in the world that wants to deaden it.
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The TV projects from an insect arm. It has the face of my ex-husband, smiling and void. I like to set small fires and inhale them.
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The cataclysm of all those photons/
mad to be a part of you
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My wife tells me/your dog has vomited/
on the carpet AGAIN!
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You were gone, long gone, and I could no longer smell your scent as I walked through the empty house. I couldn't bring myself to unpack the boxes, and they lurked like a forest of overgrown drab Legos.
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Essences of bull and bison,//
stag and horse, illuminate/
the stony underground.
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They blew in the doorway of the café at the French Hotel like two sparrows chasing each other. Their wings down in the dust, unheeding any danger in their hunger for each other. I knew the man who was about to become her husband, so maybe this was her las
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My mother was Irish as Paddy's pig. So all her family. Lovely people they were. Also, seldom seen among the Folk; stone cold sober. My father's family; Bavarian German. Bavaria's the wrong side of the German tracks. Frankfort people laugh at Bavarians as people in…
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“Gladys Miller!” the dog shouted. “Live a little. TiVo it.”
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In time, I will forgethow he said "smooshie" for "smoothie"and "eyebrowns" for "eyebrows,"how his upper lip dimpled when he laughedin that uproarious, wild toddler way.How he wheedled to be wrapped and rocked,after a bath, even at age five,his long calves uncovered by…
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A figure left the building.
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A pinprick breaks the black/
and pins the spin of constellations/
around its still point.
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161088
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-Love is a rushing
of blood
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some days are
minotaur shit on your tongue/
smokestacks dumping acid rain on your already thinning hair
your eyelashes pinned in upside down, backward/you give wrong shaving directions to the mirror
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161000
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"One-upmanship" is a strategy for defeating an opponent somewhat unfairly without actually cheating.
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None of this is real, he says, and the path slopes down to a house that is possibly haunted. One always looks in such windows, one cannot not look at the predictable detritus of another's failure, a queer satisfaction, a fairy's dust. But no, not real, none of it. And…
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We were wild, medieval magpies,
sweaty and sweet and selfish; and so much more
than we were before I lit that first stick of spice,
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He plucks the feathers and winds thread to simulate an insect’s torso.
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