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The most unoriginal, trite and hackneyed story ever written!
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She can still be normal, says Momma, knowing my sister can’t hear, forgetting I can.
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And your daughter, Mrs. P, and your daughter Mrs. Q, underwater, underwater in the old swimming hole, in the backyard swimming pool. “They’ve all got children there.” La la.
Yet when I’m naked, when I enter with my own body the mirror, the small sha
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My eyes don’t close but hers are shut tight, and something inside tells me that to this girl, I could be absolutely anyone.
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The story of a second, a stone, and an android -- all curiously interrelated and all, coincidentally, named Gretchen
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What do I understand?
What have I mastered or come to terms with?
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I know someone in need of healing.
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I do not know the species of birds here. /
The two I see playing on the balcony at night /
I can never call back.
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I want to own you, even if it is only for a few moments or a few hours, but it will not be worth it unless for that brief span of time I know that the only purpose of your existence is to be a woman whom I own.
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The blaring scream from my alarm clock suffices as my wake-up call. It disrupts me from my dream state that I so rarely get the privilege to experience any more. I've always loathed that alarm clock, so I turn it off in the most sensibly aggressive manner I know how: just…
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After the Tokyo experience, Frank and Michiko decided that when she went on extended tours, Frank would accompany her.
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The clip-clopping of footsteps now echoes from the opposite end of the alleyway, and as you turn to face the figure who appears behind you, the figure wearing a fierce Noh-drama mask, you determine that this time you will enlist its aid in decoding this r
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Dearest Z— There is no way to describe this place. It is a pendulum, caught at mid-swing or maybe just a millimeter on the up side. It is a sense of sweeping, a cleanness. Distant clouds remind me of the day we took the train and the mountains acted petulantly,…
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This late November day there are too many leaves filling the yard.
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They have their own homes to fill with bought and sold dreams. Their own babies to care for and feed. The world is big enough to have more layers than you can ever imagine. The lights will show you a way when you have turned too dark for your own…
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...when they entered eager lungs hungry from deep and sweaty love
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She’s always had one foot on a pedestal and the other in a gutter.
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The county sent two crews, one to get Mr. Meyers, the old shut-in, tall and affable, but quiet and bent, like a crooked coat rack with a porkpie atop, the other for his dog, an english setter whom he shadowed like a familiar. I say he was the familiar and
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“Got a big one boy! He's movin' real fast! Don't think he has had time to eat the bait just yet, so we need to play him out. Let the hook set. Don't want to loose him! Get the net ready!”
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To listen is to feel embodied reason//
sing and dance with consummate grace
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He looked like a black paper doorway pasted onto a painting of summer.
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I woke up to the humming
of an empty space in the shape of a sweatshirt,
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Among the raindrops/
occasional plopping snowflakes.
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This is my melody. I will not shut it down for you, it will do all that on its own time. Everyone knows this. I don't need you to go on holiday. Can't really get away from yourself. This is my color guard. It goes with the everything I am. I'm not sorry I…
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the sun is quiet like the mountains,
the birds except for their wings
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She talks about window treatments, how the place is maybe too much for one. Wants me to know she’s not much of a cook, and wants me to smell what’s in her oven and compliment her cooking anyway.
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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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