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There were always mocking birds around my house.
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One morning, she used a few prim phrases to break up with me. She had her suitcases packed by lunch. She was gone by dinner. Two weeks later, she emailed me a picture of herself sitting on a small brown couch.
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12. Paper Wings (Gillian Welch)
This one's really depressing. Maybe you shouldn't listen to it so much.
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I no longer go for walks without my bamboo stick. Tightly held in my hand, thin and light, it beats the invisible particles which try to land on me and bite. My face is hidden as in shame under a rough gag, my hands are getting rusty, missing the touch of other hands. My…
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Shit, Marcie, I thought you were taking something. I mean you did say you were on the pill. I don’t want no screaming brat. Get rid of it.
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I dropped out of college and flipped a coin, a 1929 half-dollar, and decided if heads, suicide. If tails, a life of perpetual travel.
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I didn't really know her. Yet, to me, she and her friends epitomized the local hip scene.
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The monarchs that migrate to Mexico and California in the autumn every year live for only a month.
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Are you there? It’s been so long since I had someone to talk to. Besides Oscar and Wilde, I mean. I feed them crumbs of bread. They’re my pet rats, my only friends. Besides you, of course. How kind of you to remember me! How shall I begin?
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I lie here sleepless and wait for the moment when I will touch...
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1.)At the corner deli, sweat dripping down my face, I ask for black, but Frankie adds milk. Just to spite me. Because I won't sleep with him. As if. Wonder what his wife would say? Punch me in the jaw, right? Like maybe the rules about holy wedlock vary…
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I thought of driving over there across town, steering with buttered hands.
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A solitary snake, his belly full, stretched out in the sun. His uncoiling swept sand and small rocks to the left and right. Ah, he thought, I have the power to move mountains from my path. See how the lowly earth makes way for my comfort.
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Tonight is our last night to dream.
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“Your sister is a slut,” said Ma to me over supper.
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He pounds the roof of the Pontiac with the side of his fist and it rumbles like a timpani. He raises his head to light and wipes the sweat from his forehead. There's no sense in fighting it. He will go back and knock on Peter's door.
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Was it hope or despair that drove her to walk out the door of the place she had called home for the past twenty years? Did she feel sorrow or relief to leave behind a husband and five children?
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My first love was a woman of principle. Never deny your man was her motto.
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I'm reading your remains.
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The stainless steel tiles are cool upon the soles of her feet. Attendants have arranged all of her equipment, both digital and mechanical, including ink and needles. An overhead screen snaps into view, and his young muscled body is revealed.
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I’m a black and white figure--out of place in a Saturday morning cartoon.
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Just stay at home woman, and do your job /
wash those dishes, mama, its what I pays you for
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Black Panther Founder Bobby Seale has come to Yellow Springs, Ohio—a leafy village east of Dayton-- to carry his message of "the continuing human liberation struggle" to the 2002 graduating class of Antioch College.
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One dinner party, two couples, three bottles of wine.
A moonbeam shone on the balcony. They felt a slight shifting under their chairs and heard a quiet scraping sound, then the apartment slid out from the building and lifted away.
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Their mother never teaches them to wipe front to back or to brush their teeth before bed.
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We met because I hate the actor Bruce Willis.
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the waves all green and gooey, all / pommes frites, ruinous, insolent, half / fractal
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I had told myself that I would not cry. That I would hold on to my anger so tightly, there would be no space for pity.
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