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I can barely pick out the numbers on the houses
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1561148
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His wife had just come from the gynecologist and was toying with her French fries.
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1561129
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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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1561138
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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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1561168
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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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156163
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—Frank, how is your sex life?
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1561107
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For you have waited. And waited and waited. And soon your slice of bread will be ready.
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156011
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"Shit," said the Charge Nurse. "Not again."
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156044
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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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156021
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The next week, she sends a small white box in the mail / with tissue paper, a ceramic mold the color of bleached bone—
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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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156020
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A shadowless torpedo shaped form plummeted from the grey, overcast skies upon the many unsuspecting. No remote pilot thousands of miles away guided this particular descent.
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1560116
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On my honeymoon, we went upstate to the Catskill Mountains.
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156020
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The rocket shone in the distance. Cape Canaveral had never looked so pretty.
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156053
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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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156011
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1560128
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Trigger warning: casualties of war.
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156000
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"Look at the grime on those curtains. Not fit for an Emperor. Pull them down. Put up fresh new ones. Not a spot."
"Oh! Look at this throne. All uneven legs. The gems are not shining. The gold looks dull. Fix it, fix it, fix it!"
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15592413
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I would fly drones with hydrochloric acid sprays/
over their squadrons and watch the disfigurement/
begin. I love disfigurement...
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155954
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“Sixty-seven responses!” Al Edelstein announces at the first meeting of the search committee. It has been just two weeks since Rabbi Feldman dropped dead of a heart attack and just a week since the congregation ran the ad: “Help Wanted: Orthodox Rabbi. Im
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155988
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155955
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There was a certain romanticism in it, the salty old man sidling up to me at a bar, rhapsodizing in a slurred stream of conscious about the state of the world, the country, the state of his own heart. He didn't have an eye patch nor beard, nor was he…
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155900
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The moon hung in the sky, round and pale, under cover of some wispy clouds.
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155986
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Mrs. L. was sitting on a love seat in her nightgown. She was sitting in a man’s lap....
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1559106
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I enjoy launching words into space. Please dangle a moment here while I prepare the next sentence. Ok. You can come in now. Take boiling for instance. And hawsers. The sound of words on a sheet of paper. The manifesto for a roll of sleep. Sleep is oblivious to…
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155944
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unwrapping
the gauze from her wrists....
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155921
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The Mojave Desert remembers Ron Paul
With tattered billboards
Scraped and clawed by vehement dust
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