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My beloved lets me crawl into bed
and put my feet on him
since his skin is
warm and hot like a fire roaring from within
his soft flesh.
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146966
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I feel his hand on my face, feel it brush past my lips, and I taste my sister's blood.
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146944
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Jenny was certain nobody saw her when she took the slinky shirt from her father's store. It was blue with buttons shaped like cherries, the fabric light as air. She balled it up in her hand. Her father owned a chain of boutiques called Body Electric. The racks were…
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146900
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The Vegan Defense League is a vigilante group formed to fill the gap left by local law enforcement, who jam the parking lot a mile down the road at a donut shop. “By the time the cops finish their coffee and chocolate frosted donuts, we could be dead.”
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146932
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I’m casing the place; my boyfriend Jimmy is about to bust in and rob the store.
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1469189
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I want to tell you how the odor of the flowers/felt her funeral day
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146900
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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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1469147
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At some point, you care/
just enough to wake each morning,
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146956
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at all altitudes and at all latitudes /
glaciers in furious melt: / both Greenland and Antarctica headed both /
to be ice-free isles adrift / and with shorter coastlines amidst higher seas.
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146933
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146931
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I want to read a story that ends unhappily ever after: one where the bad guy wins and no one gets the girl.
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146801
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Galloping people, tangled in ballets of hot love, weaving in and out, making a canvas of it.
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146855
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On the coldest day of the year, the weather man walks back from the measurement booth across a snowed-over plain, solid as cement and tinted with the pale yellow glow of the northern lights.
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146811
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Ten-year-old Bobby Akins learned that a shotgun shell struck on its brass end with a hammer can indeed take out the left eye of an eight-year-old brother observing the proceedings close by.
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146874
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146810
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Another noise, softer than the first: swish, thud. You are still. The house is very loud tonight.
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146884
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It was cold and clammy, but then it got worse. Far worse. Any opportunity to celebrate the unity and harmony of tolerance was soon cancelled.
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146822
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146852
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—Now that’s a hell-of-a-painting, Frank, he said. Those colors are engaged in warfare. How the hell did you do that?
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146854
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We sat up in bed. It's two o'clock in the morning. Blinding circular flashlight beams probe through the half pulled shades. Magnified black silhouettes of men's torsos lumber back and forth in the yard. We are in a fishbowl and being invaded.
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146844
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Lying on a high seat in the south study, this is what I see:
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146833
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two pairs of arms and legs
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146872
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That streetcar named Desire, it don't hardly stop for me no more. Leastwise not while I'm awake, and I don't have to be telling no nosy aides why I make them noises in my sleep.
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146876
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146854
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Last night as a duration spent hovering in electronic media-space.
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1468108
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He knows I talk to angels, what he would call angels. I don’t talk to him.
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146753
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146720
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They think because you are a writer you are not much of a listener and so you begin to recognize all of the great opportunities to be much more of a listener and then you shut your trap and get sucked into the whorls of her big wet brown eyes with Italianate…
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146701
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[This story definitely WON'T be appearing in this month's "Alfred Hitchock's Mystery Magazine"!]
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1467107
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Dreams / of being a millionaire are replaced by dreams / of being a billionaire
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