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In and out of morphine dreams, he flies through the unfinished roof of Illinois sky. Below, matchbox-sized farm machines. A silo becomes his father's thermos, the silver-capped tower from which he stole sips at ten, his first secret. Back …
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Jeanne and I were married for eight years. I never knew her.
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the two become one where/
all things end,
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The first and easiest reason was that he never hit me. Well, if he never hit me, then how could it possibly be abuse? Never mind the threats to stab me in the neck. He was only angry. He really didn't mean that. Never mind he restrained me, or cornered me
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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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150543
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A tornado and peacock were bred in his paddock; the couple gave birth to a turquoise lasso.
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1505108
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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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150421
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The Gropers of Prague were there, all around us, in spirit if not in fact. Was it KGB? Was it a ghost from my past? Or my own hand?
Stop guessing. It was Einstein himself. The KGB had taken him into custody somehow, though by what authority? All the
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an engine stalls out
in the parking lot
the driver
tears her skirt
coming through the door
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150401
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She could see him doing these things but she could not hear him.
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150455
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I opened the closet door and there stood Eugène Ionesco lost among our clothes.
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150410
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I'm waiting for your voice. My trembling hand is so damp the phone could slip from my fragile grasp at any moment. Each ring burns in my ear and makes the washing machine in my stomach tumble faster and faster. After three rings, or it could be four, or forty, I hear…
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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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My wife, Sheila, inadvertently clicked my e-mail address, too, when she sent her reply back to him and I read her poet friend's message that her love opened the window of his heart and she replied that his words were knocks that opened the door to her being, then I stood…
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In a field of barley, I see you, ...
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150464
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She stiffens and blusters and roars
Not like a storm,
Not like a lion.
Like a badger, caught in the steel jaws of a trap.
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It worked for a short time and their next album, "The Hirsute Agenda" became an underdog success.
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150441
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To rival the professor in his knowledge of various body parts is impossible ...
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150432
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Mother told me that I would go to the moon. But she did not tell me that on Diwali night, the moon hid himself on the other side of the sky.
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150464
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I woke up to the humming
of an empty space in the shape of a sweatshirt,
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150484
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We may think about so many things and thoughts about rain. We may think about where it is going, where it comes from.
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The Star Trek marathon ends, and he flips channels. An episode of Full House is on. The cheesy plot lines and attractive women (specifically, DJ Tanner in the late seasons) have become a freakish comfort.
In today's episode, the Tanners are baby sitt
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150311
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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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150343
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Last night, in a tavern called Wits End, we dropped quarters into a console, sized and shaped like an old TV.
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150350
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"And then I, and I believe,
I alone, saw
this small child
run..."
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“Just how many different animals try to hide their nakedness?” “Only one. And that'd be us, idiot.”, Twinkle responded. “Then, why don't we mind sometimes showing our bodies?”, she then asked. Twinkle could see it was going to be another…
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in which a man who is bored with years of retirement poses a threat to himself and others
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The blood is memorable/
as is the copper taste of that/
momentary certainty of lockjaw.
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