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When Chuck dies, I’ll throw/
a party and dance, a little drunk,/
across what I’ll pretend/
is the old shit’s grave.
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1552106
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gravel coughing up tires at 90 miles an hour
and just getting under way
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155273
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My, but how that girl loved to defenestrate! I shall ever be grateful for my obstinacy with never living more than a single story above ground level.
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155220
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When they tell you to choose your last meal, it probably hasn't dawned on you yet.
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1552139
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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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155221
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The sun becomes hot. She removes her skirt. She is left with a black bodice, with white laces, leggings underneath and a pair of twelve hole Doc Martens.
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155293
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This is me pitching a recently completed screenplay to a film producer at lunch the other day:
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155231
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It was more than just taste/
more than a point of view/
and oil and pigment/
that painted a store front church/
a box with a cross in a vacant lot/
that welcomed desperation, faith/
and imagination.
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155211
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"So, how did you know my name?"
"I read memories." i said
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155210
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Tiny was my daughter. Or what was left of her. A mucous-y chunk of what was once in my womb and then wasn’t.
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155287
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I always thought I would feel your hand, always, Lay with you as we flew higher together, laugh with You in the little spaces left between certain trees, like tiny blue flowers that only appear suddenly, made secretly Of…
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155296
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Earlier that morning a tree in the yard had filled with starlings, and on the way home after lunch, the sky held planes that looked like starlings, floating together.
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15521212
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That afternoon she met me in the lobby of my hotel and we simply smiled at each other in the elevator going up to my room where we sat on the couch for about three hours and told of our lives, of being apart, for so many years, then sensing our time was nearly used up, I…
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155200
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my second language / to silence / plainsong of / the breast
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1552105
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“Now,” my friend said. “Tell us about earthquakes. Can we expect one anytime soon?”
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155121
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Loaded on acid, Billy blatzed into a 7-11, holding his dick like he hoped the store guy would think the thing was an Uzi. The guy laughed and pulled out a .38 Special and the cops carted Billy to jail. …
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155160
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But now she was no longer the little girl.
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155122
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For two days his parents had been fighting, and they would tell him to tell the other one something every morning that was supposed to be some sort of slight at their personal failings, which had been inflamed by their twenty years of marriage.
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155101
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I take her hand. More grey dust rolls off the arms, over the railing, into the wind. It’s embarrassing and I let go. I think she told me to throw them away months ago.
I rub her bare thigh. She laughs real soft like. The corner of her lip curls up.
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155183
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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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155164
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your words that came crashing over me/
so cold the clear shock was like salt water
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155100
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The eyelid of the sink blinks silence. The clocks choke on smoke.
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155150
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Rumpelstiltskin cried
because you belong to me;
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155143
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The shirts hanging by the back veranda serve as our memorial to them.
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155132
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I am useless. A freak. Different. They all hate me now. All except you, of course. You will never leave me. Never. I'd kill them all if I could. Every single one. But twenty-four, that's a lot even for me. I'm so sick of the cliques; the special groups and hastily strung…
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155111
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My grief is made up of
Demons fighting to
Claw their way first
Out of my eyes
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155122
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My Thursday head belonged to a former Miss Brazil named Rita.
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155134
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“That pool will be the death of me.”Which Dad said at least a couple of times a week. Ten times the week after he'd read the TXU bill.“Goddamn pump, and that twitchy little Polaris. We should fill that pool with dirt and plant some trees and Asian…
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155010
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My first abroad journey completed. A picturesque way to end it all, really. I’m into that, I think to myself: making things play like movies or dramas or as beautifully as I can make them.
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We are what we are, and that is zombies.
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