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You call your wife. “Do you see what I see?” you ask.
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149383
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149376
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—indistinct and foggy, my eyes lost at sea,
confined to a horizon not close to land.
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149311
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Roanne hungered. Memory had ruled her forever. Shards really, edged like machetes: daddy, whose fingers had eyes in the dark. Momma, ensconced in the shadows. Inside the church, those pairs of short…
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149363
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A week ago, Lina had felt a pain crack over her right eyebrow. It was there every day, creeping from her ear to the middle of her forehead.
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149321
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...She smells like Mentholadium all the time which is one of them old lady smells. When I get up there, she says, “I’ll scrub the bee jesus out of you little girl,” and by God, I have a purty good bath that day.
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149373
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Who ever saw an open upright pop bottle on the street?
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1493102
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And I don't know how long it will be until she comes outside and figures it all out.
Figures me out.
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149356
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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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149386
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in late fall, Rome, sans wind, sans rancor,
sans sand or rain, sans hate ...
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149365
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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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149277
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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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149274
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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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149274
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They found it naught however as it was lost at metro stops, canceled appointments and in ever dimming light that failed to reflect what was instead of what could have been.
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149211
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Published in Exquisite CorpseI…
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149241
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Infinite patience, tempered glass hearts—is this what it takes? /
Shatterproof backtrack, slow march through reversals—too, what it takes.
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149231
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"do you know what your problem is when it comes to girls?"
she must mean other than the fact that they're all
completely insane. or at least all the ones i've dated.
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149262
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1492126
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In the summer that my mother returned from wherever she had gone after her divorce, she and I moved to a large, old farmhouse high on a hill, far from the town where I had grown up. The farmhouse was over a hundred years old and no one had lived in it for…
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149221
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A look flashed across his face as if someone had hooked up his genitals to a car battery.
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149273
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How to capture in word, in song, the fleeting moments of our loveYou were hereAnd now you're goneEven as I used to lie next to you,bathed in the care and concern that emanated from your warm black brown eyes,I knew there would be that day, that you were no moreDestined for…
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1492114
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The flash of love was real, the life within her was real, and the main thing now was to climb.
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maybe a day in deep winter
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149262
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A year ago, my neighbor was a sexy graduate student in fashion design, sounds perhaps shabby, yet if it is, then we in the Middle West are all shabby. That girl's father graduated from high school with Bob Dylan in Hibbing, not entitling her to a child.
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149200
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My gaze could have gutted any man. Any man, but John Marcy. History would write that John Marcy was a traitor to his country. Public enemy number one in the state of New York. When that probably couldn’t be farther from the truth.
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149173
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I did do one nice thing for you
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149132
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it felt fucking awesome at that moment, in that way only little things can feel huge and life affirming
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The kid with a testosterone chip
Instead of a brain
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149110
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It was the middle of May when I found out my teacher was screwing my mother.
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149195
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My body feels chilly but it's not from the outside temps. It seems to me it's the opposite of a fever.
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