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Shakespeare had red hair / Van Gogh never painted a nude
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156185
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Snipers wear camouflage clothing to avoid being seen. It wouldn’t do for a sniper to be seen because then the sniper might become the snipee.
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156122
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my mouth is open, ready to bite your tiny toes
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156122
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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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She left knives and hot pots with handles akimbo. Like a guardian angel, he turned them in. Like an ungrateful Eve, she turned them back out.
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I wanna make
banana peel poems--
slippery little booby traps
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I worry for the daffodils/
and there optimistic yellow bursts./
I worry for the over-eager clover,//
prodigious green on crepe myrtles,/
even for the early green of nut grass.
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Cat fight. I rush outside and swinging my trusty broom I charge the rolling yowling ball of black fur.
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156121
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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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156153
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This is my secret source of income, you see....
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But his muscles fluttered and off he flew
leaving the stink of barnyard on the sheets.
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156100
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Still as the knife on the counter there still. Like mothballs in a chest. One with clear bags and newspaper clippings and your scarf inside it. The baby girl could put a mothball in her mouth and suck it like a penny. The way too close to a light bulb bur
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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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The questions we ask ourselves define who we are as a culture. “What is the meaning of life?” “Is there a God?” “Does anybody really know what time it is?” “Where the hell did I put my car keys?” To see what…
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156165
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Say the world is a smudged charcoal drawing. Slit from its frame, smuggled out of the Vatican. Don't say it couldn't happen. Who would know.
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"Shit," said the Charge Nurse. "Not again."
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I want to ask him why not now, right here on the living room floor when Rosie is out for the day. Instead, I suggest Sunday afternoon. I can make grilled cheese sandwiches and we'll eat them on the veranda. I'll take off my tennis skirt and unbutton my...
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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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“You’ve put all my anorexic friends on the table nearest the buffet,” I say. “And all my bulimic friends on the other side of the room away from the buffet and the toilets.”
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156032
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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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It was only a dream. No one died, nor were they even harmed. So horrifying!
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156045
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The last time Cyrus rode in a train’s passenger car, he came home a dead man.
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156020
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With a roar and short burst of flame, the dragon awoke, startled.
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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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It wasn't so much the softness of the bed that kept her from sleep, or the pungent bleach-scent of the unfamiliar sheets, but the lack of her clock's familiar tick, tick, tick. Or was it a missing heartbeat? Awake, she watched his chest. On the table, an empty pill …
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“There’s no real freedom in this world. But a car and the open road is close enough for government work.”
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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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She dips a toothpick in ink, running prick over paper, simply to prove herself wrong.
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