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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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N-n-never screamscold a cat.
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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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—It’s difficult to say, he said. I have mood swings. Women don’t like that. They become upset.
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awoke in confusion, fear and hurt never seen before that day a year past
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He came running out of his narrow little shop, Berthillon
and chased me down the Ilse St. Louis street, saying,
“Monsieur, Monsieur, nous avon pamplemousse!
It’s ici, Monsieur. Your pamplemousse.
They just come in this matin, morning
and I’
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The thing Bentley remembered most about her was she had no body odor. None.
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Billie Holiday and I want a cup of coffee and they tell us to go fuck ourselves.
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an EZ How to Guide in 50 simple steps
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Now you are a raving bare-forked fool madman with nothing.
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The instant you remember
gratitude
with enough focus to spring free its power...
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It's tough when muscle gets in the way of memory. The way pain is the only thing I can remember about certain things. Fifth grade, that's what I think of. I think of pain. Not just abstract pain, not some we'll get to it later adolescent angst or ennui.…
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there should be a word for it.
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Pholcidae...Daddy Long-Legs
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a mere forty years/and maybe you become twelve,/maybe sixty-three.
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“Sixty-seven responses!” Al Edelstein announces at the first meeting of the search committee. It has been just two weeks since Rabbi Feldman dropped dead of a heart attack and just a week since the congregation ran the ad: “Help Wanted: Orthodox Rabbi. Im
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the beeps, rhythmic,
tell us that you're still with us
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Third time that day, he was on me. On me like bees to a flower (or flies on shit, he'd correct me, no doubt). Sucking sweet nectar and breathing that breath — damn that breath — 'round my head, in my ear, pestering, bugging, like a bee he annoyed me.
B
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Morning's first blush, their world in repose. Sated, drained, spent; …
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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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I enjoy launching words into space. Please dangle a moment here while I prepare the next sentence. Ok. You can come in now. Take boiling for instance. And hawsers. The sound of words on a sheet of paper. The manifesto for a roll of sleep. Sleep is oblivious to…
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The rocket shone in the distance. Cape Canaveral had never looked so pretty.
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[B]y fleeing the city to live on the outskirts of nowhere—a place so far off the beaten path that even Duras’s aging Mr. Andesmas would have felt isolated—I was of course trying to escape from none other than myself.
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When I cook sausages, I am afraid I will not let them sit in the pan long enough, and they will be pink inside. Then, even if the pigs have been handled humanely, I and the person for whom I've prepared this meal will be at risk for some terrible stomach poisoning.Let's say…
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I’ve just moved to New York City and, somehow, Scarlett Johansson is at the same party I’m at.
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I did do one nice thing for you
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Why yes I began writing this, my bildungsroman, Who is Mitsy Jackson, in spring, 1974 or thereabouts, and thank you so much for asking.
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