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No twinkle- so, planet, not star./
And bright, so either Venus/
or Jupiter. I’m guessing, Jupiter.
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163300
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"I want more grandchildren to spoil," the woman said. Will took a swig of beer at such moments. Maxine only answered with “someday” and looked over toward her husband. She knew it was his fault, didn’t really know why, but blamed him anyway.
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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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1633188
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Jesus is for sale. But he’s heavy.
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163341
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On our back porch, the tiki torches are lit and so am I.
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163331
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The blackout lasted longer than anyone thought. From my fifth story window, the whole city seemed to shut down. I heard noises above me. How could it be?
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1632139
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No king of Ithaca, but of each/
whining, banging, dust–clouded island/
of focused, physical work
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163200
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A customary phone call from home. What are you doing she says? Playing football I retort – what else. The usual sigh and a faint giggle followed. Much unlike how it backfired back in the late 20’s and we were going to make it the reason to break up! The p
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163232
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His academic nightmare is set in an examination hall, where the student takes a seat at a folding table in the center of the room.
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163287
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I imagine you in the States,
pushing stacks of work papers and our memories
to the side, sense your enjoyment that
you won’t see the worry of your
behavior reflected in my eyes again.
That you can buy and bang and be
whomever you want,
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163240
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The way each intersection in a city where you’ve lived a while becomes layered with personal archeology.
The cafe that replaced a liquor store you avoided, and the friend (or lover) you broke up with there,
and the way on the day of the big fire you
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163201
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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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163221
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This was before the cancer, years before. He did this every day: up at five, before Astrid and Max. Four cups of coffee in the machine. A bowl of granola. Five hundred words. Five hundred words no matter goddamn what. Five hundred words on Sunday and Chri
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16321312
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Forty years later he was still her Romeo, she his Juliet.
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163252
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That contraption he’d invited her to pedal, somebody oughta market one of those. The closer you got the harder it got, and her feet kept slipping off the pedals. It was maddening.
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163165
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His looks were polished like his shoes, his hair as black. No one would have guessed he made his living as a thief.
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1631103
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Palms planted firmly against his temples, Travis paced the room like a caged animal. Giant black bats screeched in his brain, their pointy wings scraping at the edges of his cranium.
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163110
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Row,
Caps of white,
A salted escape
beneath reflected light.
Brother, remember those old lies?
I’m off to sea to make those things right,
now.
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163186
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You left for the glittery wild of West Hollywood. I guess L.A.'s off-limits now. My heart goes fucking tachy when I drive over Kellogg Hill past Forest Lawn and see the skyline glowing through the rainbow haze of sunset. You're out there, out in the…
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163100
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"Nothingness had had enough. Nothingness had become militant. It had bought a camouflage jacket. It grew an afro. It burned its bra. Nothingness was pissed, and it wanted its stuff back."
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163122
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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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1631106
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16311410
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A woman posted a story on Fictionaut about discovering that her husband was a werewolf.
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1631158
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She is too stylish to be crazy, is what the migrant probably thinks. And he's right.
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163153
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Rose lifted her 55-year-old legs until they were perpendicular to the bed and admired how girlish they looked. It gave her the sexy legs of a 20-year old, if the morning light was right and she squinted a bit.
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163032
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"Why, before the summer has passed
You won’t remember her name. . ."
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163021
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Forgetting her inhibitions, she dove for him.
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163095
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A spire
that had stood one hundred and forty years
fell in
a single second of the blackest day.
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163043
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You think about the first time you saw an axe
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we gave divided houses / child stand up anyway
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