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She wore no bra. As she jammed the truck into park and pushed against the heavy door, he saw the points of her nipples against her dress. Ice filled his belly, the most beautiful pink-colored ice.
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Ruth carries always a small bottle of nitroglycerin; and tissues, wads of tissues; two Tums (for calcium, she tells me)...
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153464
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When I look at the picture on my refrigerator, I always think the same thing: "Hitler was a baby once too, look how well he turned out."
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But she didn't. It would have been no historical anomaly if she had, by the way. She played with the world like it was a toy. Sometimes I wondered if I'd wake up in a box, a victim of live internment, and scream only to be humiliated later by her laughter
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you tell
a stranger's story...
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and, once in a rare while,/
actual pearls.
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—Can you handle a threesome? said Isabella.
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It’s layer VII we adore/
and mourn
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Frenchie hustled waffle irons.
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153443
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"You're no good at sex, no good at drugs and, god knows, no good at rock and roll."
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I like it best when I wake up
And the wild rain of dreaming ends.
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I'm hearing a noise. I can't see it. It's hiding and seems to be coming from the other side of the creek. With boots on I slowly wade across. The water makes its light lapping sounds. Reaching the bank, I search for the noise. It must have a face, suntanned and warm, that I…
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153455
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I'm not sure whetherI drink to numbthe pain or toactually feelsomething.
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153344
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I gave you two daughters.
I gave you four grandchildren.
I'm done.
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Go diddle in the sand//
to save some other sinner/
a death of stones.
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This was the anniversary of the chairs. He would celebrate tonight for the chairs, and the chairs would welcome him.
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Neither of us thought of real winning. We set about brilliant losing, dark angel forms of luck and greed, the desire, the craving, the need to lose so strenuous that one wins; we tied at thirteen.
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Names are forbidden here. So is apology.
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The smell of garlic, soy, and onions/
exhausted from Skillman Wok/
perfumes December air.
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153300
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He then spent his walk home to his single apartment spitting up various textures of red, combinations of cherry and blood mostly.
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153383
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After oh so many hours
the eyes could only close
only to view a Ritz cracker
marching on a nose
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1533103
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My sixth grade teacher used to tell us all the time about how being poor is nowhere near the same as living in poverty.
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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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A life in NYC was one I always dreamed of but I found myself turning into a bitter, sarcastic person who was losing the ability to see the silver lining in just about anything.
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At eight o' clock: as, drawn by many bells, The patchwork congregation lopes and stalks, To churches far from serenade of shells To storms, we leave behind the windblown walks, And sails of youth, to glide through liquid hells, A temporal…
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I find myself in an unfamiliar restaurant, its cuisine an uncomfortable pastiche of Croatian, Burmese, Jamaican and leftovers of long ago Sunday dinners in a small New England town.
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153344
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So for now, let the snow fall, but
let it fall gently,
each flake as a soft piano note
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If there was another way to describe emptiness, I'd word the endlessness of the sky, of the ocean at low tide.
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every timeyou openyour mouthan angel fallsinto a vat of whiskyshut ityou're fucking up heaven2013 - Rene
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He doesn't call, not even on her birthday. She doesn't mention it or complain. She knows she doesn't have it as bad as some, even in this privileged Triangle of North Carolina. She is white and pretty and belongs to what's left of the middle…
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