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A figure left the building.
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The dowdy woman in fart nailed the vim.
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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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tumbling for you from afar as close-up. They will rewrite your dancing form like a proper magical spell on all their maddest days, using the branches of cherished trees dipped into the trapped wells of certain hosts of …
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A heart which is alive despite everything in the world that wants to deaden it.
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Her mother sighed, fingering the faux-pearls around her neck. Barbara's neck tensed, almost as though the hair on the back of it would stand up: Here comes a platitude . . .
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awoke in confusion, fear and hurt never seen before that day a year past
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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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Momma takes us to the candle store next door where everything smells sweet
as she opens, closes glass lids, lets us lean our faces close, smell pumpkin, lavender,
trees...
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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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He plucks the feathers and winds thread to simulate an insect’s torso.
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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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Except for the bathroom stalls—you know the one that goes “Here I sit all broken-hearted”—the only poetry in the house is composed by Hazel, recited to her fawning sycophants.
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I was ashamed of my conscience.
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remembering Cahokia, a place we rent near the water's edge, for we dare not enter
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Polylinguists lash me
with tongues I cannot conjugate
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I was just sitting in the corner, stirring my stories with a straw that sucked characters out of bars.
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It doesn't take a genius to figure how he sank, in the drink, like Jeff Buckley. Like a stone.
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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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How hard it is to pretend to be someone else. Alone, together, in the silence... I thought about how you must really like me to act quite like that. I wanted to hold your hand and read the unsent love letters.
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For a few/
vivid weeks, deciduous shrubs and trees/
will seem to glow like flames and embers
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A proper study of human history should
lead the student to an inescapable desire
to commit suicide
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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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Essences of bull and bison,//
stag and horse, illuminate/
the stony underground.
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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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In order to be a catalyst for catharsis — which is just a fancy way of saying agent of change — you have to be willing to condition yourself into something partially inhuman. Only something on the very outskirts of humanity…
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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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“Gladys Miller!” the dog shouted. “Live a little. TiVo it.”
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