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Pale like a tracing of a memory
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153866
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I'll still want the blinds open
and the lights on,
to see the papier-mache of our flesh
fighting death away to the century mark,
even if you only want to live until
a ripe eighty-two.
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153852
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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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153851
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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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153852
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The increasingly furrowed lines on his forehead made her stomach clench.
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153864
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The dead want you to calm down.They are quite fine, and don't needyour post-mortem tears, the flowers and veils; their names mispronounced by preachers. None of your catechisms will do -- especiallyfor the children, who know them well and need no…
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153842
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In the summer of 1963 I went to Philadelphia to study with a member of the Philadelphia Orchestra.
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153821
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I hope you enjoyed the celebration last night. Good things always come to you. I thought your family would never go home. I didn't get to sleep this morning until 2:59, although I had set my alarm to 6:10. I didn't want you to miss your plane. At daybreak,…
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153886
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Removing the deeply embedded jack-blade frommy naked side, like any slicked-upsplinter, was just a bit jarring on the first bite, on first try, I must admit. I freelydo so now to your frozen-over faces. You made your…
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153880
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Joe's, always smelling of cherry chapstick or the breeze that comes up from subway grates, used to service some of the finest dupes in town.
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1537158
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Go diddle in the sand//
to save some other sinner/
a death of stones.
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153720
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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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15371711
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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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153785
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Perhaps my grandparents, Fred and Lela, when they were growing up....
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153700
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Lottie was a slim, fine looking woman. But Dale thought her breast implants were the worst case of overkill he had ever seen.
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153732
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"I'm just going to
take a power nap!"
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153731
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'Every raindrop sounds different.' says Barney. He's bouncing along beside his mother, twisting in her hand like warm milk. She looks down at his Big Bear hat and tugs. They wait together at the edge of the busy road. 'How do they sound?' 'Zzzing.…
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15371310
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This time the bag's bigger/than the boy and the door.
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153721
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Neither you nor I is old enough, of course,
to remember that America’s most
popular athlete once was a horse.
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153744
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"...,beautiful, yet neutral, an oversimplistic reading of the people we meet."
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153711
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My mother gave her all to convince him to be a politician. My sister begged on bleeding knees for him to give her head. I just needed somebody to help me find things.
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153755
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In my 14 to 15 year old life in the late 50s I worked as a clean-up boy in the neighborhood butcher shop up on 5th. Ave.,
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153620
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"I see flashing bright bacteria floating in the air," he replied, not bothering to think about the words. "I see puffs of smoke issuing from inappropriate objects. Fingertips. Baby carrots. Furniture... Oh, Christ," he seethed, arching again. "Get me some
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1536116
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Heel to toe, our bunions
are our ingrown medals.
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153663
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—You're convinced I'm crazy. I'm convinced you're incompetent.
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153632
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My pain is a black pearl hidden in a clean shell.
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153600
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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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1536103
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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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153622
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Or, do my own red flags counter balance his. My back and forth, my restlessness, my one foot out the door, my ‘once a leaver… always a leaver’, my pitter patter for a former flame... peppered with my transgressions, my mistakes. Or, worse, the way I have
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153600
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Let me guess. You're reading this because it's dark or there's no surf or you're at work dreaming about surf or you're broken in some way that prevents you from surfing. If I'm right, you depraved little human, then you have come to the right place. Here we…
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