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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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154155
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“If your work is good you will get published. Just keep at it."
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154111
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. . . nor did mine eye apologize.
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154100
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Over by the swimming pool singing - Hey hey it’s okay - A line from a song he heard - On the stereo when we were driving in the car - On the way to sign the papers to get - His grandfather released from the hospital
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154199
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Its odors of quicklime/
and pyre-smoke will curl/
commingled in acrid air.
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154000
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Mort’s hand-mind suffered electrifying-absence-emptiness; no wife.
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154011
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He did many things for love: Once he placed his tongue in his boyfriend’s nostril during sex, because he seemed to have read in the internet that this was a “thing” among the younger of their social class...
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154076
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Get comfortable with criticism
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1540168
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Fear the air and fear the fire./
Fear the land and fear the water./
Creation is out to get you, speck,
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154020
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I woke up pissed off—like that feeling you get when you take a long nap in the afternoon. Except instead of being on a couch or a bed, I was trapped in a mashed-up Honda on I-75.
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154032
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Sirens wake me, screaming warnings in the dark.
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154022
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“Oh yeah?" I said to Stendhal. "I found six references to women's eyebrows in Travels in the South of France. That's all you think about!”
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154050
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Rumpelstiltskin cried
because you belong to me;
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154094
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happily fling Molotov cocktails//
against ICE agents in armored vehicles/
and sing the pain of their burning deaths/
as triumph against asininity.
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154010
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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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154011
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Set your three-word story in prison.
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1540103
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It ain't the steak, it's the sizzle.
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153955
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and pressed an area
on my forehead
between my eyes
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1539103
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We are what we are, and that is zombies.
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1539138
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Spying is a different concern. Privacy also. I feel there is a loss of privacy just in believing or realizing it is possible; our forebears did not experience loss of privacy digitally, perhaps in another way.
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1539106
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gravel coughing up tires at 90 miles an hour
and just getting under way
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153932
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As I gripped the wheel and stared at the expanse above my head, my compass spun wildly. Something wasn't quite right
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153920
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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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153952
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He spoke the "Why" and it stuck out its tail. He tripped and fell with his face wedged between the W. She kept the answer in her chest so the words wouldn't crowd him where he lay. The "Why" found its way back into his cheeks and puffed his face out like a disease. He…
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153952
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The night sky was washed gray by city lights.
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153972
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153996
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As I walked down to the Subway, I thought to myself that now, after the horror in Boston, everybody looks like a terrorist.
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153901
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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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153920
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A dream that seems
Impossible
When fresh blood soaks the ground
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153900
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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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