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Remember the equatorial heat, the flies,/
the lurking hum and scream of jungle,/
the squalor? Remember the functionary.
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1516115
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In the darkness, as I awaken, an orange glowing 3:45 greets me . . .
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151661
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Once was when we were in Vegas on layover from L.A., I told her I thought we should go to the Elvis Chapel and get remarried.
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151644
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It was one of those weekday mornings in early spring when Marjorie and I could wander from chapel to chapter house with only security guards for company.
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151653
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At times we rarely desire to be where we are at home quite as much as we desire to be where we are no longer.
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151685
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there's looks between the covers and shotguns in the drawer
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151664
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Saturday afternoons: tartan blanket spread on the pebble beach, transistor radio hissing static, fish paste sandwiches and seagulls. Why fish paste, Mum? She didn't dare ask.
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1516138
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Treasure that first love. And that first heartbreak. Don’t let it be the last thing.
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1515148
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The alphabets will disappear.
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151565
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We were offered mannequins that had pubic hair that grew and swirled, and could visit like a pet, and sit in your lap
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151542
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Light youth
that
barely touches the
ground
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151533
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I know who done it. Them goddamn taters. I walked around the yard and started picking up pieces of the camaro, wondering if, from above, they’d laid the parts out into some kinda cult symbols or something.
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151520
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There is no life here, only a bleak slab of frozen desert and a sorrowful wind that calls for me to venture out.
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15151613
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151521
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Everything seems still, but it's not.
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151561
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You're on the good side of thirty, probably with a little girl or boy of your own sleeping at home, and here you are dragnetting at three in the morning. We're all broken, and the scars we trade are all that remains of our fragile, once complex lives.
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151511
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"So, how did you know my name?"
"I read memories." i said
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151586
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The drop is like a hangman's drop, an executioner's, but farther and longer, perhaps three or four seconds.
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151576
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Now, this boy removed his socks in front of me, on the chair beside my desk where I read my books, and said: “My toenails aren’t shaped properly.”
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151564
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He injected her with a sedative to keep her still. He projected himself into her narcotic dream, a small bar with tango playing from a jukebox. They were dancing.
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1515119
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Listening is loving.
What is more erotic than
these fathoms, skeins, words,
roping tight the ardent ear.
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1515113
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Ego bereft of consistency Betrays a heart hungering to toll. Unable to trust its will Or harbor imaginary gods, It gains a hold melding into a role whose proven viability Can give convincing cover To buy time to fabricate An identity that feels unique, Yet…
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151573
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Look around you, see what you have built.
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151541
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It's come down to this: you're a grown man afraid to face his own son. For the past few years there has been tension;…
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151563
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I feel so glamorous when I talk to Andy on the phone
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151501
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The woman in green doesn’t want to encounter the meter maid who is actually a man and so waits to one side at the newspaper racks as if purchasing a paper while that person writes the parking ticket (this city needs that money) and drives away in his li
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151400
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Tent City has gone quiet. There is a deadline. I heard it on the news. I’ve never thought about the word before. How in this place it means what it means.
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151453
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The bar was dark and a little dirty, and that suited Splinker's mood just fine.
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years later, she won’t go near the trees
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