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The mother, a pony-tailed beauty, thinks she looks fat in her
new blue-checked pedal pushers and white blouse tied
under her full breasts— in the latest style.
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I need some fantastic news. I need some happy news. I need to feel happy. Need Fantastic Need Fantastical Need News Need Happy need happy news make happy news happy make ake
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112643
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—Strip down to your shorts. Put on this gown, open to the rear.
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112641
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In the morning I listen through an ear-trumpet
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112692
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i think god composed afternoons with crayons
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She’d picked him up at a party freshman year, calling him Danny. Until then he had always been Daniel. He’d said nothing and his name was changed.
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112533
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The retired, widowed receptionist slapped one hand to the base of her throat with a gasp . . .
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The heart would have unnatural reverence, exalted, bursting with evil, rolling in sloth, if it did not at once reveal its innocence. I saw you again, on the morning of the sun. It was you, or your double, or a son you might have had. Your beautiful bloo
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The list of things to live for/
shortens with age. The list of regrets/
lengthens.
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112587
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The lecturers are retired professors from Oxford or Cambridge. They are snarky and wise and aloof.
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112598
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Dressed as an English professor on Halloween
I escape the red devil and run downtown.
I go to the Art Car hangar
I dance, I swing my golden brown briefcase
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112520
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When he got to the office, he opened the drawer with the new can of fish food and realized he’d forgotten to buy a fish tank. He hated fish, hated the thought of a “hobby” but his girlfriend’s therapist had suggested it. Hobbied, hobbled, whatever
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but most times/
it’s just improvisation//
with phrases of unknown origin/
swirling in my head
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112510
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Touch these words with your mind. They will create an elephant with an unidentifiable itch.
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They read poetry to each other. They met at the local drugstore, after he spotted Tropic of Cancer jutting from her bag. He asked her if she’s finished it. “Nothing like Fifty Shades of Grey,” he said. They laughed. He said: “Come to our book club later.
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for the moment/
you think you know what you’re/
doing and do it.
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112511
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On a cold November afternoon I stood in the foyer of Sampson and Sons funeral home and paced silently back and forth across the purple carpet. They have that deep pile and rich color of carpeting that you only really see in a small town…
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112510
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"My tits, " she instructed "aren't for public consumption".Everything was actually muffled and my ears began to bleed because of how progressively louder the thumping was in the center of my chest. Stacy decided to emphasize her point of disliking the objectification…
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112541
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The capsules tumble around, one of them plinking against the crown in my upper-right jaw. I hate the crown… a mute reminder of the first time Brad hit me. Swallowing the capsules, my tongue probes the left side of my mouth, finding the other two crowns…
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112500
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The rocking chair will bite your toes.
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Across the placid sea/The only moving ship/
Was eyed by Blackbeard
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112562
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That son of a bitch locked me in the house again. Come over and knock in a window. One of them by the roses; he won’t see. Be a dear.
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I visited his loft last week. There were many exciting new pictures. Francesco was your main money earner before, now he will be again.
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112521
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God forbid you should break one of the camps precious “rules,” which were more or less like the Ten F'ing Commandments around there.
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112561
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I do not know what zinzins is, what a zinzins is, who zinzins is.
I do not want to know
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Oh sweet, sweet morning light
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It's 2am. The wind is moving at speed, whipping gently the tree branches, and their leaves rustle simultaneously to create a audible sound, like hands flipping through sheets of paper, or that feeling you get on your fingertips when going across a textured surface. I'm…
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