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It was hard, in the crowded vacation house,
to make love as they would have alone.
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157411
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I like babies and little kids, more than some people but goddamn, children's laughter out of nowhere (in the night, when you're not expecting it) is creepy. I don't like slugs smeared like nightmare goo on my summer-bare feet, I could do without them in …
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157453
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"... each of them stuck in one finger to sample the goods. Just then Katie felt a breeze on her bare legs. Her skirt literally moving."
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157462
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So I lopped off his head and reworked the creation...
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1574106
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my hands splash in to
silver and suds
in attempts to rinse
blues caked in grease
away for a while
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1574135
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There were guitar players, and as happens with talent sometimes, the guitar players were too talented. There could not be places for all of them in a single rock band.
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157387
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For the first time in her life
She felt she understood
The smell of a man.
The smell of white tulips,
The taste of a persimmon
In her mouth.
She remembered how married she felt
To him, in that moment. How close
To the earth, and ancien
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1573117
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When Uncle Bob got sent to the Alzheimer's ward, the ladies licked their lips.
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1573127
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The abundances of age/
are of commodities/
no known demographic values:
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157353
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The skinny one was kinda cute. He had this little mole over the left corner of his mouth that she just wanted to suck. She kept watching it go up and down as he talked, the way his full lips kept spreading and coming together. She really wanted to kiss…
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157353
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Either it was rescue--if the customer was alive to be found--or recovery, the term for bringing out the dead.
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157352
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He was friends with assholes, so they gave him terrible advice: “If you really want to know if he loves you, be disgusting,” and so that’s what he did.
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157332
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The summer I turned fourteen I wanted a job so I could start saving for a car. Actually, I had a job, but it wasn't much. Seventy-five cents…
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157322
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Many years later, as the smell of charring straw filled the basket she was standing in, high above faces turned upwards to watch her fly, she remembered the night her fingertips brushed snow off the Alps.
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157396
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Let's make a monetary enticement for writers who can revel in the magnitude of this tragedy...
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157330
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It's cheap beer, but cold
you welcome that rushing hiss and the following
long drink of chilly wetness washing away
the parched, dust dry, cotton mouth
of grave-digging in the desert sun
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1573117
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... his skin glistened
like a sharp blade
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157321
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In the graph of life or death, two axes will inevitably meet. Will it be as jarring as two sharp and well-hewn axes colliding?
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1573128
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The slicing is easy. Blade barely touching skin, flesh separating into two clean parts. A breath, and blood fills in the space, an old friend materializing in the shadows. I am redolent with hope and desire. I can't stop thinking of how he excised himself from my…
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157363
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Pringy practices an aesthetic variant of the “muscular Christianity” that is a tradition at Groton; a program of Sunday poetry classes for boys who violate the school’s ban on swearing.
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1573127
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no need to write it if you/
live it, conscious of the light, the/
shape, the sound, the taste, and shadow.
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157300
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And I mean part of me wanted to let him eat me, I thought maybe I owed him my body because I couldn’t enter his mind and I really wanted to on some level but we both knew that him eating me would just make us both feel awful—him because he’d wake up
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157331
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Flish flash, flish flash, flicker of triangle lights. As he deparks, I say, “See that girl?” She crosses at the stop sign with blond hair flip, flash of white teeth: rips cookie from wrapper, drops wrapper on ground. “I bought her a…
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1573120
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Jody wakes some days with pieces missing.
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157322
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Marilyn turned the kayak away from the target ship, barely visible after all these years, toward the shallow waters by the shore. She recalled her father holding her hand at low tide, as she looked up at him and he told her…
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157322
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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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15731010
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I take her to the zoo, and the tigers get out. The little tigers, I mean. Cubs. Two of them.
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157280
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"I found a dead bunny one morning. This was about three weeks ago. Its tiny round pom-pom of a tail was missing."
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157245
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His daddy died in his sleep. Went to bed one might and never got up.
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1572109
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Only last Friday, he was introduced/
around, smiling, healthy,/
a fine young man.
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