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You sleep. The time is soft and slow.
Your dreams are covered with the snow.
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During the hangover, I crawl to my desktop computer and then Google “rapid STI testing” and “speedy divorce”
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123953
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Her name was Christine
and she was nailed to the cross
of their lust
and their greed,
and their vengeance
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Beware of shouting Dress Barn, Dress Barn! when having an orgasm
And don’t tell him you were seeing Starbucks when you came
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From the rumple of pre-dawn Queens, sure South on 95, to almost Savannah by dark; still cold, but we’re full of what’s coming:
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Have you measured the cups, the conveyors' yield? Do you know the span? I am the LORD your God, she murmured.
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Once in a while I have the time of my life /
in this god-forsaken Earth:
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. . . I wanted to put Tiffany out of her misery and mine and shove her in front of the next large vehicle hurtling down the drive-through lane . . . .
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123954
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We sat up in bed. It's two o'clock in the morning. Blinding circular flashlight beams probe through the half pulled shades. Magnified black silhouettes of men's torsos lumber back and forth in the yard. We are in a fishbowl and being invaded.
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Anna's daily train commute from the outer suburban fringes to the city reveals a message that changes her life.
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Frenchie hustled waffle irons.
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"Is all life suffering?" Miss Ang asked as she parked in front of the brothel. The concrete monstrosity stood humble and lost in appearance, but the locals knew what transpired there, as did the truckers and businessmen that frequented the Phetkasem Highw
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I've never liked kind eyes;I prefer drive.Or fire.And when a woman's eyes are described as "doe,"I hear "dumb."Like an animal.
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You wouldn’t believe an organ the size of a heart could scream like a nine-year-old sissy girl but mine did.
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This time he was dressed in a snap-brimmed hat, zoot suit with a gold chain and two-toned shoes; something out of a sad, lost Los Angeles past. I had no choice but to follow him as he walked down stairs that led to the Metro. We stood near one another,…
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One of these days
we aren’t going to believe
whatever they tell us.
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123911
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I stepped down on what looked like a mouse
Bloody and lifeless outside of our house.
I took bag in hand and prepared to grab it
When I realized the thing was the head of a rabbit!
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123995
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I want to write a story about a woman who lies to men about her height.
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Whistler pounded a nuanced nail,
into our inferior foreheads.
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123820
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I loved baseball and still do, but if you saw me at eleven years old you would not mistake me for that kid over there, the one with even an ounce of talent. Mine you’d measure in atoms.
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123812
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“Help us, help us,” the children are saying. “They’ll come back. Help us. They bite.”
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To conceive of them separated was unthinkable to every wet-eyed soul at the burial.
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123800
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It may be her destination, but was it also her destiny?
In a desperate wave of inspiration, she decided to let fate take its course.
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Shivering in the car, he watched his parents arguing under the porch light. He saw the smoking anger of their breath as they jabbed the cold air with accusatory fingers.
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The courts had scheduled the date long ago but the time, an hour always left to the warden, had yet to be decided.
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Plans were all set. We were leaving this town. We'd been creeping around long enough and Marla wanted nothing more than to get out and away from the shallow, old bastard she married. “Fuck his mansion and fuck his country club”, she said. We both agreed that he…
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We may sniff a gush of something
in the rush of heat round a petrol bomb.
Or reap a gift from the
cracked head of a hero.
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