1331 10 7
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You stretch my heart / in sacred ways
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13311410
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My grandfather was ninety three. My mother was sixty three. I was thirty three. My daughter had just turned three. Our ages were all lined up like the beauty marks on Snow White in the Donald Barthelme version of the story.
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133155
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I opened the closet door and there stood Eugène Ionesco lost among our clothes.
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1331124
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It will always be this way/ won’t it, she said.
Me insecure, you unfaithful
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13311310
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Inevitability: it's what's for dinner.
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133176
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Maybe it was a trick of the gloom.
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133150
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"The Chinese don't have no Mardy Grah, bitch."
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133121
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Under a conspiratorial moon… the shovel my silent partner… organ-less torso to the worms.
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133100
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Mayumi approached them; her memories of their faces from the texts they received from each other had come alive.
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133173
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edge of wolf howls and howls past sunflowers and skeletons
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133121
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In the blur she met Joseph. Joseph was the priest who lived in the attic of the church. She met him after she grew boobs and thighs that moved like dragonflies soaring above ponds.
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133165
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It sits up tall on its hind legs to take in all of whatever this is, big and bluer than the sky, death's own taxicab parked on its doorstep.
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133141
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That is the question,
not to be or not to be
Life, death, whether to be,
all that is superfluous
in the face of laughter
and how to achieve it
under extraordinary circumstances
like not drinking anymore
I’m afraid not all the alcoh
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133054
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still curious of the taste of eggs
finally licking my plate
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133086
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The first inkling that I might be in love with Josie came at our high school senior day outing at, oh, what's its name, state park. I forgot, but it doesn't matter. She smiled, did a little wave and stepped away from her friends, lifted her sundress a little to keep it dry,…
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133011
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Daddy says he needs to go to the movies at night to relieve his stress, so Momma wakes us up, puts coats over our pajamas, leads us to the car ...
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1330128
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We suffer//
the one agony only- of having no longer/
any physical effect nor way to speak/
of what we watch to those we watch.
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133064
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your words that came crashing over me/
so cold the clear shock was like salt water
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133032
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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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133085
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there's looks between the covers and shotguns in the drawer
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133041
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Describe my origami, the shape of a gun or a limp dick, or maybe a flower.
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1330109
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I offer you a peanut butter sandwich full of unconditional love
and you say I'm being controlling, so I let you eat cake, eat cake.
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133000
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Even the old medicine woman seemed to grin with a perverted sort of understanding when she opened the door to find Lys waiting outside. She was comfortable nowhere and ready to flee at any moment.
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133098
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You snore and the house is safe again.
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13291310
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the last, best//
analgesic--/
guaranteed
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132920
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Stay tuned for my next short - Candle Smoke Wishes - COMING SOON ON A MONITOR NEAR YOU!!
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132998
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6. to register for the draft
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1329910
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So where does that leave me, Roscoe Loomis wondered, dismounting his silver, aluminum steed in his sweat-soaked, spandex outfit, and, clearing the saliva from his beard he walked over, checked and smiled, learning that the bike track's timing unit showed it was Roscoe's…
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132911
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I am only ever
What you seem to be
Without the leverage
Of sweet reality
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1329154
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It was a dire and dun-colored year when groupies wept and autograph seekers put down their pens.
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