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The fly comes in against my will/
and hers. She would prefer/
the wider world with its piles of shit
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155796
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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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155721
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A person is entitled to what she thinks and feels. A person can have all the thoughts and feelings she wants.
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155744
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However could anyone get Joyce scholarship mixed up with physical anthropology?
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155765
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Remember when we went to New York to take our test? We looked for cheap hotels near the test site, and there was the "Hotel Earle." Twelve bucks a night. The clerk behind bullet-proof glass, smiling a knowing smile. Pubes still on the sheets, but we couldn't sleep anyway,…
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155775
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o christ/ here you are again/ you sickness appearing in my brain/ pouring smog from my jaw/ my body hot and cold as though sleepless/ while i could sleep/ centuries/ undisturbed/ and awaken, tireder still./
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155722
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The spirit bottles line the top of the bar
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155711
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I have hired a relationship consultant. He helps me through conversations with my wife.
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155786
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Although I think we can easily work it out because we are not here in the Yale graduate school, and diction is the theme of the story. Diction is a choice in language.
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1556111
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Eat me so I can sink in your mouth, my paper fraying along the sharp topography of your tongue, lodging in the holes where your teeth used to be. There, I will storm an infection until your mouth inks my words.
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155621
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Funny, funny stuff. She'll be here all week--be sure and tip your speech therapist!
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155685
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—Mazel tov, schmazel tov!
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155610
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No matter how much he composes and prepares, he cannot override the electrical trigger in his brain. Something to do with the resonance of physical memory. It remembers amplitudes of current.
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155642
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I looked away. Why embarrass the Ottawa woman? Why make her uncomfortable? The polite thing is to move on, forget about it. Stare at the sidewalk not yet wet but becoming wet. Be Canadian.
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15561510
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I didn't hear your last words or see your lasteyes. I didn't reach you in time, so I sat by your corpse,silently saying goodbye. I am in that process,not sour, not sweet, that yoked speaking which can't(because the heart won't let it) utter its whisperedlast word, but…
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1556128
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"Check out these dudes,” he says. “They're all wearing kilts. Not that there's anything wrong with that, as long as they're wearing underwear.
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1556104
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feet that would run until their soles were pages of Gideon’s Bibles, worn too thin to touch
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155684
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The Houston police devised a punishment for the adulterous thespian that would not hurt the nights or household income of his French young wife.
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155651
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Juan’s tío, Richard, who works for the city and is the kind of Mexican who thinks he isn’t, took care of the lawyer. Juan checks himself in the mirror, didn’t know how good dressing fancy would feel.
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1556149
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everything moved in circles
like the music, the booze and the drugs
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15561610
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Shadows are so admirable in film noir
less so on x-rays and mammograms
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155611
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children love to push the gas up and down my limbs
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155686
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...the scream and the face...
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155532
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We’re not like a lot of your fly-by-night disease-based charities. Every pence we raise goes directly to St. Bartholomew’s, where 90% of it ends up in the pockets of doctors so they can buy expensive horses.
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155532
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To him the younger women, contemporaries of the bride, all sounded as if they were breathing helium.
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155522
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From my place, down here amongst the earth, we have many names for you.
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155584
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God had decided to resign. Not even two weeks notice. He just resigned. Point blank.
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155520
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The pier stretched out by where sharks came and men waited with beautiful dirty buckets that held strange and dangerous things, buckets with fish guts, buckets with blood, with character, buckets like prophets or a gritty desert walking saviour like Chris
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15551211
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a human hand/
looks sadly/
naked now
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155543
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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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