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You watch with frigid eyes, as their soggy woolens squelch dark mud, even smiling a little as they make croaking frog-lure noises. You know eventually a toad or two would land in the Frogger. You like the word Frogger.
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137833
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I'm a heathen in the church of the absolute.
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137743
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"...she became aware of
her cold saliva
dripping slowly over her bare
arm muscle,..."
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137700
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Robbie took me out to Fox River on his father's ski boat one day, as he often did — but this time it was my eighteenth birthday. That was when he opened up his robe and showed me all there was to show of himself, begging me to make love to him, saying h
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137764
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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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137750
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An expanse of trees, grass, scrub, heathers, sky, space. A grey horse, the type her gran would have placed a bet on, approaches. "Don't like flies?" he asks. He holds her gaze, walks closer. Seventeen black flies crawl over the right side of his head. "What…
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137711
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They run nonstop for weeks. Between traffic stalled cars. Down forgotten subways tunnels drilled long ago in the cold earth. Past burning sugarcane fields.
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137710
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So into the woods we went, hoping to open a portal into the netherworld of make believe. I had a feeling we would see nothing, but she believed in me. At the very least I would spend a few very nice days backpacking in the wilderness.
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137711
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I hand one of them the octopus and run out of the room.
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137753
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only thoughts lost in lonely trails of red
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137784
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Years ago when the smart of it was as nippy as this one.
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1377119
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I lay on a table in a cold room in one of those little blue gowns that open in back.
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137742
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It was Wednesday, the papers had a food section that day, so the gap-toothed news hawker at the mouth of Winter Street would yell out “Foozection! Foozection!”
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137765
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I heard them praying to some god
none of us had ever heard of.
I'm glad I went to the funeral
and still have the yellow rose that I
did not throw into his grave.
At some point
you have to stop nibbling
from the moldy cake.
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137700
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A woman confronts her suspicions about her husband's fidelity.
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137664
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The Traignarry Light Preservation Society meets monthly, and welcomes visitors.
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137650
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I noticed his pistol before his pissbag and I knew then that failure not only had a face but a balding head, too
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137654
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Is there a homunculus in my brain guiding everything like the pilot of an airliner?
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137644
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There are moments in life where it's like you're driving late at night and you should be on your way home but really you're just rolling along aimlessly through the city streets when suddenly you turn a corner and realize the road is open and empty for miles to come, a…
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137642
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Girolamo Dente was nodding off in his studio at Découvrir Art when he heard the alarm.
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137600
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[WE'LL LET *YOU* BE THE JUDGE!]
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If you had gotten pregnant our last time, in 1967 (when you lied and told me “I guess I’m finally over you,”) then our son could have been that man you saw with the drooping moustache and his coattails flying in the lobby of the building in Louisville,
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137600
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she flips
you a smile and a white plastic menu, and all the blood in
your head, and upper body rushes to your crouch, and god-all-
mighty, space aliens from the planet Vanna White could be landing in their unnumbered hoards in the parking lot, and all
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137623
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I will admit it. // I cannot write poetry / to save my life—
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137600
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I made a man of men. He made a man of me, the way all men are finished, in tragedy and sorrow. Together, we make a story, for other men, brothers and sisters.
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137655
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My businessman does as his nature allows him. He is so cute. All day long he makes deals. He is on his phone most of the time. He raises his voice. “Fuck those fuckers, just do it,” is what he says. My businessman hedges risk on his investments by keeping…
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137642
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Frank was happy to leave the art show and take the train back to SoHo.
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137610
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As the 5 train gained momentum away from Fulton Street, Helen took her seat with the alertness and suspicion of someone who had spent the day negotiating prices with dirty fishmongers.
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