1669 27 8
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She asked if I needed to be measured for size “to make sure they feel really good on you,” her lips all gloss and smile. I was nineteen and knew my size but changes in weight had caused fluctuations before so maybe I'd be different…
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166900
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Sora rubbed her neck as Azure gave her attention. She did not know where to begin, thinking about what to say first.
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1669117
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Except with the language I was born to./
Occasionally, with painters and collagists-//
dead now, typically- who can’t voice/
opposition to my misappropriations.
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166911
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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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1669113
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As a young baby, perhaps a year old, I have a memory of sitting on myfathers lap, in front of a coal stove to keep us warm, while my mothercooked soft boiled eggs for him every morning. He would break offa piece of his toast, dip it in the egg, and feed it to…
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166921
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The story itself is not much longer than a snippet. What is a snippet anyway?
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166975
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The Devil and the Holy Ghost played Euchre on Friday nights. The Devil drank rock and rye and the Holy Ghost went for Miller Lite. What just irks hell out of me, pardon my French, the Ghost began, is that nobody knows who the fuck I am.
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166951
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I want you closeI want to feel youinside me,softening me untilmy borders are blurredand I'm hardly breathing,my heart swellingso big itbrings me to my knees,I want to know thepain of losing youeach time youclose your eyes andgo to sleep anddream of someone else,I want to…
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166911
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I don't know, I could go on all day with these little niches he found in every person that made them at least a little interesting.
Everyone collects baseball cards.
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16681511
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Poor, pocked Ceres- dwarf planet/
trapped among mere asteroids-
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166800
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And it's a tough thing
to become a father,
a contradiction;
guiding a child to avoid the things
that you know about so well.
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166820
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A shot in the dark and everything goes black. It's as if the story never happened.
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1668175
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I'm old enough to be her father.
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166874
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Once again there's too much to handle and
no space to process
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166876
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“Now we lay you in your grave
There was no way you could be saved
You hate our lord Jesus and he can tell
Which is why you will burn in hell.”
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1668116
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I write poems as if language matters.
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166874
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The Judge waited for the perfect wave.
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1668149
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the wind mistook your arms for wings
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1668115
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I didn't believe in hiding secrets or broken arrows. So I told my new girlfriend, who in earnest, tried shedding pounds like ugly memories, who glued herself to my shag carpet, watching exerise videos--that I didn't sleep alone. I tried to be as sensitive as possible,…
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166897
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I want to tell you things you do not know.
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1668108
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Sunday morning beginning with a bang. Accused, found wanting, sentenced.
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1668116
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The days cut off by damp chill with every thought a different variety of protection.
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166854
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...listening to the ache of errs our mouths had become.
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166721
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Naked Lady? I know that from somewhere. Then he remembered. That's what they called those old 1930's and 40's Conn saxophones, Naked Ladies. How would Smith know that?
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166722
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my mouth is open, ready to bite your tiny toes
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166731
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If this is trouble, please call someone else.
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166710
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I laughed maniacally in my head at the thought, but I kept picking at it all the same, the bunnies had plans for us.
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166721
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Allie didn't share that moment with Jim. That moment he spoke about whenever they made new friends as a couple— that moment he planned to recount at their engagement party.
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166743
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Here’s the keys to the house
Here’s the keys to the car
I’m going out and I don’t care
I’m going out to buy a cigar
Don’t bother locking up after I leave
I’m not coming back anymore
I’m going to drink whiskey out of a jar
Go out and buy
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166721
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Slipshod shoes were the first sign of a meltdown. Sometimes she could see it coming. A prickly gentleman washing his clothes on a Thursday afternoon. One week he’s fine. Nothing wrong with owning a sour face. The next Thursday, his shoes don’t match.
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