1511 5 5
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there should be a word for it.
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151152
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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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151087
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a mere forty years/and maybe you become twelve,/maybe sixty-three.
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151045
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the beeps, rhythmic,
tell us that you're still with us
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151022
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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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151033
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Quimby’s eyes lit up. “Oh, lads, there must be a thousan’ ways to die at sea! I’ve made th’ Atlantic passage a good many time; lemme recount some manners of death I’ve witnessed with mine own eyes.”
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1510149
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Each day, they trot the coiffed/
and painted cadavers across the stage.
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151092
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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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151066
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The Misses Moses by Brad Watson from Aliens in the Prime of Their Lives The Moses sisters lived together, alone, in the fine old brick house near downtown where they…
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15101312
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Today I'm feeling fertilized by an egg—
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151075
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...the daffodils will fling/
their yellow petals, taunting winter
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151020
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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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151065
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She’s not coming today. She didn’t come yesterday either.
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150974
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I wonder how many crumbs
he can drop to make a cookie,
whole, so I can relax a little
and throw out the self help books
about how I'm not right in
the motherfucking head,
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150933
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I can't take it bird by bird because I have neither.
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150955
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I keep my love for you in me, /
like the egg of a worm,
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150973
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I did do one nice thing for you
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150921
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Sure my man. Show me the token I’ll show you the slice.
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150953
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“But I don't HAVE an accent,” she said. With an accent. “Tell him I don't have an accent, y'all.” Looking from one friend to another. Messy ponytail bouncing. I just stared. I may have blinked. A couple times. Every syllable…
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1509189
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1509122
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There is nothing like your first time, and by that I am referring of course to the first time you purchased a 45.Going to a record store and buying a 45 is a uniquely Boomer experience. Because, alas, there are no more 45s. Or, for that matter, record stores. The…
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150962
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150930
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white-gray mounds persist
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1509129
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She said, “I think I’m pregnant,” but I thought that the sidewalk looked cleaner than usual,
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150910
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["LIKE SAND THROUGH THE HOURGLASS ... SO ... ARE THE DAYS OF OUR LIVES!"]
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1509119
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skin cancer
walks along Zuma beach
at noon
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150877
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As spilled on a sandy Corona del Mar beach/both in moonlight and starlight so lovely/and strangely sad as if receding still
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150883
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150863
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"Eye contact is essential as it shows confidence. I walk with purpose and hope that my skirt isn’t too short. "
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150842
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