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Mayumi and her friends arrived at the beach. The sun was near setting for the night, and a few stars began an early peek in the twilit sky.
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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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At some point, indifference//
will swallow the small gasps./
The appalling will become the norm.
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The old lady from next door had been really quiet for the last few days.
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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 sleeping the night of a hurricane party. I awoke to lightning flashes. They lit the undersides of descending clouds, and lit the shadows of scattering dancers. The hurricane must have turned inland.
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The last night, I shivered in bed until three a.m.,
the blankets wouldn’t work,
or the socks,
or my tears,
but I reassured my heart
that my next love would be warmer.
He was.
And our air conditioning bill was so high we could’t afford it.
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“Gladys Miller!” the dog shouted. “Live a little. TiVo it.”
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The trees would answer with a creak and a crackle.
Fall was near, a rotten apple.
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She Waited for the other Shoe to Drop
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Paulette lived on the east side on Paulette Avenue. Mama dropped me off when we wanted to play Barbies. Her neighborhood was a little green lily pad in a swamp of blight and disrepair. A ghetto moat ringed around those three fancy blocks like a first line of defense,…
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remembering Cahokia, a place we rent near the water's edge, for we dare not enter
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As black as his socks with a hole in them she used to sew while watching. The octopus has three hearts you know. Yes, No and Maybe.
As black as inkpots, inkjets, as black as typewriter ribbons and the Gutenberg press, as black as the ink of a trillion
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"and I turned to you, at some joke we shared,
and saw winter ease its hand,"
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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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The story itself is not much longer than a snippet. What is a snippet anyway?
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A small bar of glycerin soap floated in the sink full of bloody water . . .
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The instant you remember
gratitude
with enough focus to spring free its power...
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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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She seems to be demanding someone donate to her a beard. No one has gone any further with this, and the electricity of her song about beards, listing, growing more undulant, crescendos.
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I dragged you that last half mile Me such a slip of a thing, one bite mark visible You the bear, your growl now only audible When you furred from kerb to road to kerb The December snow followed us Dragging Christmas red behind you As I ignored my…
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Rosey streaks through the city, dragging a flooded umbrella.
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It was midnight. I was outside the cottage, digging another row of star-shaped holes for the shrubbery.
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The ocean smelled like decomposed plant life and clinically despicable vagina, but I still spoke of its power and my fear of it in moonlit clichés and she still listened.
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My little friend is no bigger than a minute. An even five feet tall, if that.
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go ahead
stick one more morsel
into that piehole
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She dips a toothpick in ink, running prick over paper, simply to prove herself wrong.
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...the daffodils will fling/
their yellow petals, taunting winter
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1.As fast as that I wake to astonishing desire. I'd met you at my parents' house just the weekend before but for them (them the drained students trying to relax, refill before their afternoon sessions) you are the stranger in the room,…
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