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Oh, you aren't going to lecture us, for heaven's sake?
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1051107
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“What do you want for Father's Day?” she asks. “Sex,” he says, his mouth curling at the corners, “and a bottle of Shiraz.” …
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105122
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By dawn, she is ready to hunt.
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105120
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The building ejects my condominium like an enormous videocassette.
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105110
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Us kids in left field steal out bedroom windows after dark to pinch hit Lucky Strikes between first and second fingers, arc the glow of shop-lifted hot-boxed cigarettes over the chain link homerun fence sprawl on perfectly ridiculous grass passing a bottle…
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105164
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in the pink distance / a boy in a corduroy shirt / sits before an upended electrical spindle / and drinks a vodka gimlet
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105111
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When people talk about the end moments when one's life flashes before his or her eyes, they often refer to time as slowing down. I can attest to this phenomenon during my final moments, before the collision: the song playing on the radio, the squeal of tires and flash of…
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105166
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Not today. Even when the Isar rolls so cool and deep and I could wade and wade 'til sleep. Not today. When I have the tablets in a drawer in a box winking chalkily at me. Not today. When the church tower soars and it's bells toll out a seductive beat …
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105150
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"The Chinese don't have no Mardy Grah, bitch."
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105175
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Cicadas shed their skin as they grow, leaving crisp hollowed out remains on tree trunks, fence posts, and the undersides of upturned leaves. Tommy and I would collect them in the early morning and stick them to our clothes like brooches. I used to like Tommy,…
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1051169
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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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105122
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a disease/ like junk-sickness/ like a jealous lover/ who discovers competition/ and meets it with a blade/ in your heart,/ not hers.
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105120
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Look at this castle: fashioned from the sturdiest sand, pages of my name
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105143
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The doctor bargained with us enough but I kept saying “give it a thousand years and we'll think about it.” He seemed to mean well and be smart enough to not be feeding us snakes, but he wasn't a praying man and I couldn't see past that look he used to give my…
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105121
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He leans against the truck, the sun sinking on the day, shadows inching down the side of the house, yawning towards the horizon.
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105166
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105142
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you happen to me like motorcycle tricks
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105122
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mind heart soul will blood sweat tears muscle, and bone,/and then always something else—not more, just else . . .
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105111
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“Where is my mom?” I think. I shouldn't have to be here alone. I am twenty two years old, strung-out on methamphetamine and sitting in a courtroom. It is the third day of the murder trial. My son was the victim. He was only two and his…
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1051105
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If I could say only one thing more to Tony who died a month ago, there is one thing I could find to say
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105100
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Osama couldn’t see any reason he shouldn’t retire. No way he could top BP Oil in the Gulf or Pacific Gas & Electric in San Bruno.
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105021
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Oh sweet, sweet morning light
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105021
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“He didn’t finish ‘The Witchcraft of Salem Village,’” Scooter says, tattling on his little brother. I’m projecting him to be a first-round draft pick by the National Security Agency in about ten years.
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105021
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One can’t predict the final cadence of one’s life.
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105000
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That was really the problem with leaving. She had to leave everything, could take none of the perfection with her. Anything she took would’ve been too little, or too much, once removed. Once not in his house, not in his vision or touch, the magic would
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105084
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In the moment
I crinkle the aluminum foil,
The sandwich now a deeper
Part of me
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105033
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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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105011
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May is National Masturbation Month. How do I know? My pal Senior Sex Expert Joan Price is not only vigorously celebrating, but doing everything she can to spread the word.“I'm on it!” I assured her when she told me. “Thanks.”…
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105022
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That night I came as close to getting laid as I had ever come in my life, without actually getting laid, after two and a half hours of intense petting, begging her to go down in the front seat of my car, with her asking: Why? Why, Jerry? Why? That was a
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1050108
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for the moment/
you think you know what you’re/
doing and do it.
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