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Not really a story but a look at how we live
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We were offered mannequins that had pubic hair that grew and swirled, and could visit like a pet, and sit in your lap
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Wishing he holds you all night, unshaven chin/between your breasts.
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She called for land usage to fulfill a social function, to provide an affordable and sustainable way of life for all.
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A walled city doesn’t let you out any more easily that it has let you in earlier.
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What if
Everything
I have been doing
Hasn’t been heard
By anyone?
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Well, it was on a Monday and you know how bad Mondays are to begin with. I had been up real late the night before playin’ poker and drinkin’. I was thinking that after a couple of hours the hangover would wear off and I’d be okay, but instead I s
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I may be the shadow that I am, but I only ever loved you.
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Alysia’s eyes turned to Megumi where her sister nodded. Alysia took a deep breath and stepped back. There was a moment’s hesitation, but she felt Megumi’s hand gripping her wrist.
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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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The other night at work, some kid was in for swallowing a snail's shell. He was nine and, according to the computer, did not have cognitive insufficiency. That last bit was probably put there to make us all not feel guilty about laughing at him.
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. . . why did it take so long?
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She dropped the bundle of faggots she had collected and spun around with her mouth open.
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Ben had us over, me and him and his boy, Benji, to look at the supernova. Ben was always coming up with these things with the telescope. Jupiter's moons, Saturn's rings. On his wedding night he made everybody stop dancing and run out to the golf course so he could show us…
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Harv and Julianne He has woken here now, on this bed, and on this particular day, many times. His fifth year in the cabin, his fifth December in Helen, his fifth, he is sure, of many…
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The room turns red and I start screaming and ejaculating. The whole class is watching as Mr.Smith slams down my copy of the test with his right hand and swiftly tears off my penis with his left.
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My first love was a woman of principle. Never deny your man was her motto.
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I understand why Warhol said/
“I want to be a machine.”/
Forget this sorry clay.
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WAITING FOR HURRICANE DENNIS, FLORIDA 2005 With soft eyes, she quizzed, shivered, said: “Where's Dad? Where's Ric? Will you leave me here alone? Are you all going to leave? Where's Peter? Do you feel all right? We're…
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What the spaces say//
can be heard in the short/
and longer silences
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I remember reading poetry in the library
/ when I was in college, after skipping
/ Sociology, Psychology, or Theology.
/ I remember thinking: What is this nonsense?
/ I don’t want to waste my time on any of this.
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I haven't been here in a while!
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Time Change in Florida #2 Sapped, yes. But not finished. Not yet.So what if I mostly live in my head?Who says I have to be out running aroundimproving body income outgo technical savvy? The dizzy awe of a Southwestern …
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each act of creation is a jolt of expectation
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The cover features Lincoln as a woman. Lincoln as a woman is not a thing of beauty.
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The women in the clinic called her misis luluai – it means white woman chief, it was a compliment.
She always wore crazy outfits. High heels and pantyhose. And tight, tight skirts. My wife never trusted her because of that
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A large shadow cast overhead as the sound of sirens blared in the distance. People looked up at the white clouds consumed by the pitch black cloud.
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The boy heard loud barks and squeals, climbed on a chair, and looked out the window at the barnyard and the faded blood red barn.
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"Shouldn’t I be able to easily get my arms around nothing?”
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A dirtied light falls through/
the grimed windowpanes.
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