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Maybe this very short story is about shyness. Maybe. I'm not sure.
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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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“You have no idea what your lives will be like if you can get out of the ‘hood. You could be driving Volvos, eating Tuscan cuisine, getting MacArthur ‘genius’ grants!”
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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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Poor, pocked Ceres- dwarf planet/
trapped among mere asteroids-
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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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I'm old enough to be her father.
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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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I write poems as if language matters.
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The Judge waited for the perfect wave.
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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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The story itself is not much longer than a snippet. What is a snippet anyway?
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Sunday morning beginning with a bang. Accused, found wanting, sentenced.
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...listening to the ache of errs our mouths had become.
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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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my mouth is open, ready to bite your tiny toes
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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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Once again there's too much to handle and
no space to process
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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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Everybody called her The Crier because from time to time we would hear her crying.
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The room turns red and I start screaming and ejaculating. The whole class is watching as Mr.Smith slams down my copy of the test with his right hand and swiftly tears off my penis with his left.
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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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I want to tell you things you do not know.
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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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The days cut off by damp chill with every thought a different variety of protection.
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Floating along the ebbs of the ocean,toward the horizon, where time has no say,an end that will never be reached.
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My mind raced at the endless possibilities one could die while driving to get a pizza.
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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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“A shibboleth is a test—a way to separate da wheat from da chaff that's as old as the Bible, but as new as the latest trend in men's fashions,” Gus says.
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