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The Nutty Professor

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- Do you get out much, Professor? - How so? You mean to lectures? - No, I mean, you know, say, a walk in the park, or, take in a movie, or, maybe take a chick out to dinner, show her a good time, get a few drink

Along Came Doreen

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I didn't really know her. Yet, to me, she and her friends epitomized the local hip scene.

Virginity

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I was seeking punishment so I put my lips around a bright green persimmon and bit down, the bitterness of its flesh overcame me...

The Night Before the Last Day of Summer

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Tonight is our last night to dream.

Sweet Sounds of Home

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Father makes sure the rum is safe, and still down, on his ass, he unscrews the top and takes a slug, and then a second one.

Lullaby

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One morning, she used a few prim phrases to break up with me. She had her suitcases packed by lunch. She was gone by dinner. Two weeks later, she emailed me a picture of herself sitting on a small brown couch.

How to Travel with Your Demons (2)

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The love of hundreds of people, seemingly, rain down from the sky, but its not like when the cock hits the good spot inside you. And everybody who is reading this knows this is true. We all know what that feels like, that aha moment, that eiphany, like,

Colony

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“It won’t work,” I say..

Mocking Bird

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There were always mocking birds around my house.

If Everything is Inevitable

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Christine comes back from the future looking tired, which is the opposite of what I expected. For some reason, I imagined the future as being invigorating. But she walks into the apartment and abandons her suitcase by the front door, collapses into a heap on the couch next…

Cactus

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I counted telephone poles and the seconds between them. The old highway cut straight through the sand and it seemed the road would never end. No curves. No hills. Just poles.

How to Make a Baby

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Eat slowly. Wait. Do not bring reading material. Do not bring headphones. Avoid distractions.

to You

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A glance—I dissolved completely.

The Right Thing

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His feet are the size of thumbs, the segments of his toes no larger than grains of rice.

Johnny Dangerously

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An old man, a widower; living alone, defenseless. It was a given.

Twine

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I thought of driving over there across town, steering with buttered hands.

No access to the Hollywood Sign

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The sign that informs tourists that there is no access to the Hollywood Sign is the most ignored sign in all of Los Angeles.

First Husband

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"My, aren't you queery looking? She says.

Égalité in Equal Measures

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Guillaume and Marcel rolled the headless body into its own wicker basket and were conferring with Lorbert about the disposition of the bodies and their heads, when Marcel noticed a short fellow with a grim sneer and a measuring rod . . .

No Adjectives

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She looked up, blinked. Fuck are you? I shook my head. Nobody you’ll remember, I said.

Making Small Things

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We were the same and different. I was wild, wild, and she was calm. A pair of dolls we were. Holding hands in thin white dresses. Running through fields. Spying on boys. Making small things from grass and weed and wildflower. One day (it was a Tuesday) al

WπHπAπT 2

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WπHπAπT with its pi signs denotes the way the inquiry felt and follows in strategy those inventors in language I estimate highly.

Mirror Mirror

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At night I go into the forest to look for her, to strangle her snow white neck with her own dark hair. She is seven and soon to be married. I am brier hearted. I am old.

BUTTERFLY, A NOVEL’s monologue:

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Many of you may think I can't talk but I do, excessively so and all jaws. I wonder if that's the reason I get burnt sometimes. And yes, I too have a life, hear me.I was born on a rainy day somewhere in Asia, when a stranger bought me on the antique Bird & Flower Market…

Descanso

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Lupe says stealing is bad whether it's from a Baptist or a Catholic.

Delivery

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"You are not a vintage radio. Not even close."

The Sodomized Dictator

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Ghosts.

Staring at Waves

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the waves all green and gooey, all / pommes frites, ruinous, insolent, half / fractal

Dead Parental Units

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Each death a sonnet, every grief / fourteen lines.

Death's Noisy Herald

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Lying there, with the terrible screech emanating from his chest, blaring from his open mouth, he thinks about jet planes and jack hammers and nuclear explosions. He doesn't have quiet thoughts.