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The blood is memorable/
as is the copper taste of that/
momentary certainty of lockjaw.
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147051
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There was no provision for keeping the post on the door, but I did not have the fingernails to pry it off.
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147095
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We got a sandwich at Mr. Pickle's, but they cut the sandwich in the plastic. Plastic wrap.
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147086
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Said do you feel it when you touch me?
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147054
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Last night as a duration spent hovering in electronic media-space.
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147032
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...the relatives didn't seem nearly as fucked up as she thought they would be considering...
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1470108
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That TV you got me? Ruined. And the ionizer fan? Ruined too. All your clothes you left over here, all my work scrubs and weekend dresses too, soaked with that river stink water. I kept thinking bout all the dead creatures.
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146921
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An excellent plan. Just like old times.
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1469112
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The water lapped against the sides of the small boat, their rhythm all that I could think of. Sweltering rays beat down, frying my flesh, the insipid salty breeze that occasionally stirred my only relief from it. Gulls circled overhead, like white ravens,
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1469148
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Even music relies on what/
you know as music/
for its power to enthrall.
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146911
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The dance draws deeper
whirling witches weaving rhymes
The fire spits fierce in the falling rain
soon the spell will spill from secret times
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146920
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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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146911
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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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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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146910
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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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1469118
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At the conference her boss showed off his knowledge of wines.
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146984
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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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146952
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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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146954
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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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146944
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Lying on a high seat in the south study, this is what I see:
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146933
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two pairs of arms and legs
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146912
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I was an alcoholic for ten years, starting in my early twenties and continuing into my thirties. Then finally, after many attempts, I got myself straightened out. My son's birth finally did it for me. It wasn't like a switch flipped in the delivery room…
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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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14691210
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I. Two cancer scares since June, one came up nothing the other nothing much. (My breasts are dense: I know all about moles— little bastards don't have to get sun to go nuts.) My manuscript travels ether to…
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146976
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1469147
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At some point, you care/
just enough to wake each morning,
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146964
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I woke up to the humming
of an empty space in the shape of a sweatshirt,
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14691511
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When Lois finally found him down there, Johnny was wedged between a large rock and the trunk of an old, long since fallen, cottonwood tree. She said as she got to him, she heard his gurgling breath, fighting fiercely to stay alive. When she saw the deep, gathering, red…
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