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Keiko covered her arm while holding the staff. She looked up and saw morning breaking through the sky, but something was unusual about it.
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But tonight
while your finger
glides across
the glossy pages
of Popular Science
I hold a séance
for the Holy Spirit
in utter seriousness
among the book clutter
and crumpled manifestos
in the basement
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"I’ve always wanted to write a novel. Like Catch-22, something off-beat that would start by word-of-mouth, you know, and become an underground classic."
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Won't speak a word against 'em. Car trunk stunk like bad chicken long after, but I won't speak a word against 'em.
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I'm getting self-righteous here, Dear Reader . . . [hey! wait a second! this is my diary! what are you doing, looking at it, dude! Hit the road! Scram! Vamoose!]
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We named her Big Cat—I don’t know why. Maybe because she was already grown when we got her, unlike the kittens we’d seen in the pet store window that Dad wouldn’t let us have.
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Who owns the moon? What title search/
could ever make a claim?
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I was low on carburetor / oxygen and my fraud protection / had just expired.
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No chance for Hallo, we sank into an unlit station doorway and he fumbled through my shorts.
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We all thought, Birds! We all thought, Nests inside the chimney!
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You gave me everything, delivered with a hungry mouth. Tease.All taken away, erasedby a few words.Lips that poured forth and lips that took insharp, electric pleasures.Now withdrawn, thin, petulant.Not satisfied,you crushed my sanctuary.with so…
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The brain taints everything it brings to us/
with its limited apparatus, its precepts,//
all the things it thinks it knows.
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When the dark shadows of his limp eyes told us life was slowly seeping away, stolen by his stroke, his wife signed the “DO NOT RESUSCITATE” order and, tearfully leaving the room, she turns, asking a final question, “Think a needy family could use his…
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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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The rocking chair will bite your toes.
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After my mother died, my father shipped me to my uncle's. He hadn't told me she was dying, so he could just mourn alone.Lena lived next door, Italian, my age -- which was ten -- beautiful. She was watched by goons in black suits. Her parents owned a restaurant. Across the…
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The first time I ever held a gun, I was three years old...
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she goes jogging with the feet of an angel the sound of crunching leaves like wrapping paper torn open to reveal an expensive doll and the light in her mother's eyes.
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A white room is empty but for you, a card table and a chair.
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Shirley stubbed her cigarillo out on a dead chunk of honeycomb.
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We all stared, somewhat shocked and mostly disgusted.
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“Now,” my friend said. “Tell us about earthquakes. Can we expect one anytime soon?”
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I am exceeded / by a leaf
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[This story definitely WON'T be appearing in this month's "Alfred Hitchock's Mystery Magazine"!]
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I remember one time when we played strip poker in the basement of your house on Euclid Avenue, me, Terry, you and Andy. And I remember drinking lots of wine and fixing the deck so that you kept losing and having to take off all your clothes, and still you
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The commodore drives a 67 Caddy rag top
All fin and boatish power
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I wonder if regular nonfashion clothes are out forever, if these kids will ever dress normally like, you know, Phil Donahue, again.
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“Tell me a story,” he said, toying with his top hat, running his fingers along its brim.
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