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When the sex that is new and promising in its awkward moments is over, you turn to him. You expect that he’s figuring out a way to leave; the parts of you that know wait for him to stand up and put his clothes back on, quicker and with more eagerness than
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1420179
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Words darken with smut and irony over time.
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141933
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I said, “If this rose doesn't grow another petal in twenty minutes, I'm burning down the neighborhood.” “Just let it go,” said Paul. “No,” I said. “That's what's happening right here.” “You'll try again next…
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141932
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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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1419148
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Six months later, she was teaching theology / to refugees from est.
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141976
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Marie was on the roof. The deck, with its cool concrete pavers and faded cedar Adirondack chairs, was one of the reasons she and Harold had bought their condo in this building. The only ugly part of the roof was the chain-link fence along its edge; soon after they moved…
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141971
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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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141943
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Until the ivy hides me in
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141965
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With each step, that cold hand steals ever upward.
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141931
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Nothing is ever hoarded in our house, everything is eaten.
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141953
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Most times a vertical word balloon floats before him.
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141942
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You want to get laid talking socks
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141943
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1419107
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I wander toward the midnight dock
a neon sine curve stabs my eyes
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141932
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He is an exercise in humility:What I cannot have or be. The chances of our meetingand his perfection are darkly astronomical. There are plenty of otherswhose riches I cannot have,why envy him?We are similar in spritbut have different fortunes.It is unfair and…
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141922
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When you're scared to write badly, that's when you write. You are probably trying to tell the truth.
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1418127
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This liberated you/
to grind me hard/
on the dance floor
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141875
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Nothing changes; the moon arcs its mindful lemon eye. . .
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141800
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Mayumi and Emi were in the spring’s together, center of the pool at shoulder depth. Emi stood in the center, letting its warm and clean air clear out her thoughts.
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141844
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Dear Conrad,
If you cannot control your dog’s barking I’ll rig up a loud speaker facing the general direction of your house, and every time your mutt starts howling at the moon, I’ll start playing “It’s a Small World (After All)” at top volume on the p
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141822
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141822
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Jason, the obnoxious host, thrusts his microphone against my nose.
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141865
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Ivan was used to explosions, but this was high in the sky. He was on his back between tall sunflowers that grew infinitely in all directions. The blast made the flowers bow their heads. Bits of debris fell from the blue sky, some shiny, trailing fire or smoke. The boy…
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141854
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The Zone is a garden of skyscrapers. Every building is a model.
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141800
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Warranties are what made America great, although hers has expired and the mailbox will remain empty for another fifteen days.
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1418109
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Margaret will take her seven away from his raging Irish hammers slurry Saturday night honks smashing red eyes. They'll board a secret train countryside bound where they sing the songs of her own dead Mam who lived poor in the world but…
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141853
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Buyers of freelance writing have a well-deserved reputation for responding slowly, thereby increasing your pleasure in much the same way that the Pointer Sisters longed for a slow hand.
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141866
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We cook over the fireplace on these days, blacken marshmallows on straightened hangers, like Eskimos, dogs around a campfire.
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141832
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“There is no future in art,
you will not change lives
with flowery words.
Please don’t rock the boat”
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141896
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Erased. Like chalk across my body,
a fine powder of forgetfulness,
with a few swipes --- all those names
and faces, gone. The letters burned.
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