1534 4 5
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the beeps, rhythmic,
tell us that you're still with us
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153443
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We decide not to go to the emergency room
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153432
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“Hi. I’m Rita Bates,” I had said. “Can I sit here?
The boy who introduced himself as Thomas told me I could, so I did, and his friends all introduced themselves in turn. Around the table there was Bev, Ernest, someone whose name started with an F – maybe
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153496
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THIS is what happened — the dead went into remission. Dated may 10 2010. Or it could have been some other day. They were going to be restored later. That's what we were being told. The dead were being given stones to mark their remission. They were getting…
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153464
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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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1534148
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His wife had just come from the gynecologist and was toying with her French fries.
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153430
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His mother named him Far because she had high hopes for him
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153453
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“There’s no real freedom in this world. But a car and the open road is close enough for government work.”
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153492
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Dear Sir/ Madam I wish to apply for the position you advertised in the Daily Sun. Although my expertise is in self-obliteration and self-worth (or lack of), and my work mainly in disappointment, I do have much experience in failure, which this letter will…
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15341312
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Today I'm feeling fertilized by an egg—
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1534128
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I was hope, and
you were what I can only call
consolation, as day after day you
remained a grief in my throat.
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153475
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...the daffodils will fling/
their yellow petals, taunting winter
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153485
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Ellen arrived on the beach when it was still too dark to see the ground; the fine shells and small, sharp rocks hurt her feet, but she went ahead until her toes felt the edge…
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153471
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There was an empty box on his facebook page asking to be filled in with, “What’s on your mind?” He thought. "Hair?"
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1534119
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skin cancer
walks along Zuma beach
at noon
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153344
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Moore doubted, perhaps, that readers could sympathize with a man who had killed someone for a cause or a girlfriend who forgave him. Perhaps she felt that maiming is (not) worse than murder. Perhaps she decided that the story should be about that.
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153344
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She Waited for the other Shoe to Drop
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153300
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I catch a glimpse of myself in the small mirror on the adjacent wall and find myself becoming shy at my own reflection, which is ludicrous in theory, shying away from oneself, but as I lock onto the few freckles I have spread neatly on both cheeks...
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153376
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—indistinct and foggy, my eyes lost at sea,
confined to a horizon not close to land.
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153365
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I reach into my pocket for my keys and discover the cough drops Iput there a week ago have melted. Now my fingers are sticky. And I don’t have my keys.
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153365
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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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15331810
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At some point, indifference//
will swallow the small gasps./
The appalling will become the norm.
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153352
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“You done done sumpin’,” the old man guessed, “Sumpin’ bad...”
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153331
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"I have a prehensile tongue," he said matter-of-factly. "I know how to make you feel good." Such confidence, I say. Prove it.We're sitting on the couch, watching a movie, but not paying attention to it. We sit side-by-side, my leaning into him, and his arm is around me,…
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153343
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“I want you to know that you are being watched,” Ernie said. “I have trained a camera on your work station.”
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153320
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The rocket shone in the distance. Cape Canaveral had never looked so pretty.
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153310
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This must never get out in the press, for it would cause widespread panic. The priests would surround my house, not to mention the police and possibly the army. Castor Desayuno has come back from the dead!
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153300
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I was awakened by a disturbing dream. He was no longer with me and I felt afraid. Everything was cloudy, almost blurry. I couldn't see much in front of me, but I knew for sure he wasn't there with me. Then he said the words I feared the most “I don't love you.…
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153385
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collars of obedience /
discarded in the pyre /
with draft cards and bras
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153365
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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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