1618 0 0
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Part of me feels like a wounded animal surrounded by hungry cougars. Another part of me feels like being mauled by a cougar might not be that bad. A third part of me wishes he could punch the second part of me in the face.
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1618 8 6
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If I seemed disappointed after our conversation,
then, for the record, that was never the case.
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We discussed the epic poems/
and agreed to write a new one.
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1617 4 4
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The man wore a bowler hat and stood on an open patch of grass, with a pyramid-shaped stack of baseballs at his feet.
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“So, do you still think I'm hot? I mean, do you think men still find me attractive?” Jenny asks. This is never a good question to answer, much less entertain. I know this as surely as I know anything. Still, let's break it down. I am married. Jenny is…
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1617 9 4
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The man's dog slipped away one night. He left soon after.
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1617 5 1
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Nicole knows that Deirdre is winding up for the weekly pitch, practicing the line in her mind.
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1617 4 3
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You think about the first time you saw an axe
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1617 7 1
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Emma Louise is walking over a concrete bridge when she spies, out of the corner of her eye, a man fishing, waist deep, in the river tumbling below. She is thinking that the water must be very cold on this autumn day, when she sees an extraordinary thing.
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1617 7 0
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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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1617 4 4
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My father's cousin is Salem the Dead.
Famed, an infant Lazarus of Libya,
he was brought lifeless from the womb,
yet awoke to the chill of a mortuary slab.
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1617 4 3
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What follows is an interview George Bush gave to Barbara Walters in 2006. He came off like something out of a swamp. Dick Cheney made them deep-six the tapes and we never saw it on prime time. I got the transcript, however,…
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1617 0 0
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Mint upon my palate, I rub sleep infused eyes and crawl under the covers. Oh blessed sleep, please descend upon this body and transverse this fatigue. Eyes closed, bring a wavering blackness upon subtle lids. The conversation begins…
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1617 1 1
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There is no cement stronger than the one holding a miserable couple together.
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Beautiful boy! I am doomed / to have attended your presence; / time consumes us, but you / have changed so little...
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The cat wound itself around Megan’s neck, its purring curling through Megan’s consciousness. She was the cat and then herself, both things at once.
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1617 3 1
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The man had decided that this was going to be his last day. He’d find out one final thing and he’d be done. He had spent the last few years of his life unwinding things that had been wound and untying knots that had been tied.
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1617 7 1
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There was an empty box on his facebook page asking to be filled in with, “What’s on your mind?” He thought. "Hair?"
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We will collapse in a storm of images
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1617 3 4
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They were just boys, the Nazis I mean, young in their twenties, not much older than my brother Cyril.
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1617 4 1
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On our back porch, the tiki torches are lit and so am I.
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1616 1 1
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"Shit," said the Charge Nurse. "Not again."
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We can’t be sure. Perhaps it is/
some slight exaggeration of one/
or several elements that steals our breath.
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1616 9 7
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After lunch I left my office and trickled along like a slow leak, a notch above meandering; gravity had become a lateral force that pulled me forward.
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1616 2 1
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Forgetting her inhibitions, she dove for him.
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When he smashed his plate in my lap, the dog hung around, licking my wrist and hoping that he would get some milk, too. With my luck, he'd jump in the pool, getting grass clippings all over the edge. My nails were sharp that day, I had to cut them, and I did while…
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The phone rings. The oven beeps./
The locomotive whistles and howls.
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I followed the curve of the etched Koi, its filigree scales arcing across a taut midriff toward the indent of her pierced navel, where a collection of water lilies drifted on the surface of her skin.
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I’m decades in and it hasn’t gone away.
In all other respects, I am normal. Life
is hard, but I’m not complaining. The thing
is, I am in a constant state of falling.
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