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...he was suddenly and hazily relieved that he had something in Persepolis and blue agave plants to talk to her about.
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Remembering his body makes me think of Egyptian cotton sheets dried in the sun. He smelled crisp and clean even after sweating hard. His hair fell in golden spirals down his cheeks, his back, over his forehead, and captured light just like the gilded halos on…
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Wile E. Coyote? A junkie strung out on bunk dope.
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they flew down the slopes
with her holding on
for all she was worth
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I told her I didn't love her. She said love wasn't important; she wanted to marry a man she could respect.
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Laurel's new bike is powder blue, with silver tassels on the handle bars. Jenny's mouth actually waters at the sight of it, as though it were a fresh loaf of bread or a perfect, juicy orange. “You can ride it if you want,” Laurel…
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Today I’m feeling crabby and haggard and technology makes it easy to get to the point.
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No one commented on her altered appearance, although Will in Accounts said he quite liked her hair like that, so she assumed that no one could see the snakes. But she still felt self-conscious, exposed. She had to remember not to talk to them when she was…
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Cultivate your vaginal tears
at the gates of Thigh and Holy.
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I don't mind being dead. It's ok. Really. I've discovered a whole new way of being based on non-being. What else can you do? I like being invisible. I like groaning and rattling chains. I used to be a writer. Still am. In fact, it might be more accurate to say that…
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I'm an older guy. She is still quite young. I tell her I may be too old but she giggles and tells me that she did the research and it said because there is snow on the roof doesn't mean no fire's in the stove. She proved it. Things like this. We excite ourselves,…
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Only fragments of their lives survive, like broken Sapphos. I have known them, alleged killer of themselves for the love of a man., but we know this is an invention. The leader of a whole guild of girls, who wrote 7 books of poems. What happened to them
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Last night we slept with books in the bed.
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It is your hamsa that protects us,” the girl whispers to me.
“Then I shall give it to you,” I reply.
“No,” she says in the unselfish innocence of her youth. “It is yours and you must keep it.” I smile and kiss her dirty forehead. Eternity passes whil
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Martin met Siena in the elevator, carrying two brown bags of groceries. She asked him to press the button for floor eight. As they rose, Martin fixed his eyes on the display as it changed numbers: G, 2, 3… and so on.
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today on the bus/ a man in his fifties/ smiled at a baby/
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The last chick in the nest
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he who laughs last is probably a dumbass fuck
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Nothing good ever waits at the end of a long corridor.
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I
A sparklerman zig-zagged across the skies, re-arranging stars in its path. How bright his stick-like and jaggy limbs twinkle, I noticed; even noticing my surprise. No longer 'simply sitting', I was.
'It is time' I mumbled. The room was melting, si
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Take 1. The Love Letter to an Unspoken Name Well we're beyond our appointed Moment now. We must step On what's left, alone, but That begs some explanation to These days that pinball between Stars and to the sad dreamers…
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You’re listening to Smooth FM, taking you from the darkest hours to the start of a brand new day.
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The Italian was late. She was supposed to come into the store, meet him in the back, and arrange to take the last of his liquor.
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Our disappearance would register/
as the movement of a sand grain/
on a windy beach full of sand.
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another lonely drone holding still
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I am confused by your new paper-doll look, btw. Could you please look regular again by Thursday?
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She positioned the mouse cursor over the word Bikini and double clicked. The hard drive of the ageing work PC chugged into life as an Excel document dragged itself onto the screen.
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Better not hand me that iPhone. I'll look up every damned thing in it.
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You can't always be everything
you were expected to be
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