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The Rapture comes and goes unannounced in carbonated soda bubbles spicing the air.
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157111
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"Shit," said the Charge Nurse. "Not again."
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157187
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graves left or graves lost, into silence death sinks:/it's leaving the living that leaves us such pain.
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157131
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The poppers, the Viagra, the chorizo – all had been ordered and all had arrived.
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157154
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The war they wage fills everything with holes.
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157132
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"Why, before the summer has passed
You won’t remember her name. . ."
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157143
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There was a body in the backseat, and they drove through the highways at night to a late night radio show that played 80’s power ballads. He said: “I am really glad you’re here for me.”
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157100
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“Devil’s Pass.” It had the highest rate of vehicle fatalities per year in the entire State of Colorado. Everyone in my state drove like a bunch of stupid rejects, so I asked the guy just how many? He replied,
“Four thousand for the entire state!...Nin
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157110
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It was the middle of May when I found out my teacher was screwing my mother.
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He pours both of us another drink and I take a gulp, even though it seems to be half vodka. My body slows, the alcohol confusing my nervous system. I rest my head on his shoulder. He doesn’t reach out to me. I wonder if this makes me the aggressor, but, a
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157122
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Light “I can escape the feeling of complicity in it only by speaking out.” The professor arrives on time, sockless. The former a sign of his polite upbringing. The latter, his lack of pretense and high …
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157198
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It turned out Eel’s brain corrects for imbalance, and he can only feel danger for a moment or two.
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157122
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I didn't believe in hiding secrets or broken arrows. So I told my new girlfriend, who in earnest, tried shedding pounds like ugly memories, who glued herself to my shag carpet, watching exerise videos--that I didn't sleep alone. I tried to be as sensitive as possible,…
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157100
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Bobby took one out and looked at the date. "July 1965. Does that mean anything to you, Ma? Carla, T.J.?" Bobby handed the paper to my mother. "Why don't you spread it out on the counter to see if you can find something that he might have wanted…
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1571107
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I wander toward the midnight dock
a neon sine curve stabs my eyes
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157111
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“We know you’re in there, motherfucker. Step out, slowly, and we might keep you fit for an open casket funeral."
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1570104
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The next day I can’t recall at all, a waste, like the flash of twenty years of my life, faces that pass you like comets in some erogenous unnamed zone of night, but they got me in some isolation room with my wrists in leather restraints.
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157011
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Published in Exquisite CorpseI…
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157032
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How long have you been waiting for me? How long?
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157051
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Because he tells her to, she puts on a vintage Easter dress one size too small and sprawls in a circle of light on the dusty floor...
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My ChurchThe white dressThe bridesmaidsThe friends, the familySadnessMy church knewno music
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157032
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I cut myself. Often. The bloodslice like thin lips parted/in prayer.
life’s color drained to ashen/as the old world spins, pirouettes/like a circus dog on the back/of a galloping horse.
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157031
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It's London Zoo and ten minutes to closing time. The clock walks in and out of cages. I love you baby when you laugh like that at monkeys.Penguin and pelican, wing in wing, approaching. It's some bird act, I know. Two birds from nowhere. One flies, one walks.The zoo…
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157071
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Things don't always go to plan. Gem knew what people would have said back then, of course. She wasn't stupid.
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15702016
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The night before his mother's teeth began chattering.
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157054
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She allowed him to wash her hair. Touching it in a wet state, running his hands through it in a soapy state, wringing the water out when he was finished—he was ecstatic.
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On my twenty-second birthday, in the spring of 1979, I had a crawfish boil, my first. Ninety pounds of red mudbugs on a picnic table spread with newspaper, my birthday cake sitting at the end of the table like an afterthought.I hadn't…
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I pull into the parking lot and see a group of roosters squawking and trying to overturn an ‘87 Pontiac Bonneville that's caught fire. They're pouring whiskey down their throats. They're weeping over a bag of economy sized frozen breast fillets.
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