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She looks for the obit, can't find. Over and over, looks. Nothing. Nothing except something touching her shoulder. Follow me. Corridors, doors, along and along, no time to notice that this last is the stage door — she was so suddenly there in the blare and…
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151142
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He arrived at Bellevue hospital in a straight jacket bound to a gurney.
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151152
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Your stepsisters send their love. All three are still on the wagon.
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The mind sparkles with Shakespeare. It's like hearing the rain fall. The world becomes silent and dark and the rain becomes snow and falls like snow and rests on the ground like snow and informs the mind with the values of heaven. A distant oboe pins its sympathies…
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15111110
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Almost every weekend I'd ask Henry to go out with me and Marge, telling him we could double and, hey, maybe he could bring Ellen, who he dated a while back, who still asked about him. I'd suggest such things as going to a movie or out for a few drinks to reminisce about our…
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1511113
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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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151121
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If there was a single constant in the boy’s life, it was that he had always thrown knives. In his youth he had thrown them only in his mind . . .
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151133
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I immediately felt anxious guilt, being the one responsible for opening the way for infection.
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1510148
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The alphabets will disappear.
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151042
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Light youth
that
barely touches the
ground
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1510810
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Life is not always quixotic.
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151042
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Before I grew used to it
I would wake to the sound
of the Amtrak whistle
echoing down along the tracks
behind our trailer park
and wonder who was hurtling where
through the dark night and across
this wide Illinois prairie
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151083
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First of all, there was no snow. I seem to remember that. And there was no Christmas tree in the house.
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151011
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"Yes. It was moving, and not along the ground, either. We were. . . looking toward the cemetery, and the ghost or whatever was clearly visible. . ."
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151075
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And right there beside me
That single wobbling
Snail-like trail of my heavy
French Horn case
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151053
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In his dreamlike state the pianist turned into a preying mantis.
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151076
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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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1509179
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A young girl wavering between celibacy and punk mother-lust despair came to visit us each night
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150900
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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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I've got an appointment to see my shrink next Wednesday. She's pretty sharp. Not bad looking, either.
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1509108
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you drove by the woman standing on the verge the woman with the shoulders of a long distance swimmer and you told yourself her story: she'd slept in the wiregrass she carries…
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150940
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He saw his mother standing over him, and he called out to her for help, but she only laughed and faded into the paper towel dispenser.
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150911
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years later, she won’t go near the trees
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150995
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The car was a two-tone black and white Chevy...
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150961
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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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1509105
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I'm gonna go find a hole to dwell in
deep in the mountains where the Indians used to live
dig a cave into my subconscious
learn to be less secretive
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15092311
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We deny one another, here,/
as long as it’s plausible.
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I don't need to be toldhow natural you are, not here.I'm reminded every singletime I open my eyes.What I want to know iswhere have you gone? Whyhas it taken you so verylong to return? But Iknow the answer. You aresomewhere fighting for your dearlife. It's what we all do--in…
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150930
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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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["LIKE SAND THROUGH THE HOURGLASS ... SO ... ARE THE DAYS OF OUR LIVES!"]
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