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She sees her mother the Sunday after Zoe discovered her seven-week-old creation, like a chewed gingerbread man with red icing, in the toilet bowl beneath her.
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Because we are exceptional,/
our 3000 dead in New York/
exceeds in impact that of 75,000/
burned at Nagasaki,
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Girolamo Dente was nodding off in his studio at Découvrir Art when he heard the alarm.
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temporary objects of desire
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Man, this bearskin rug was a big, awkward sonofabitch on his back....
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He pronounced the Afrikaans word with the vowel sound like the vowel in dour. It meant box, but it also meant cunt.
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We called him Mickey Habanero, because he could fill his mouth with the hottest food imaginable, the kind packed with the sort of heat that would melt the gums from the teeth of a novice, all without taking a drink of milk or anything else that would otherwise soothe the…
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hangs inverted and
begins a swirling motion,
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I’ve seen your tired souls
riding under the city
lost in the drowsiness
of morning calm commutes.
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Frank left Michiko’s building and walked into Central Park.
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I just picked up and
went to Rome
when I was young and beautiful
When I was young and beautiful
I played with life
like it didn’t matter or exist
When I was young and beautiful
I never failed
Beach nudity
Etc
Didn’t move me
But d
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The river was frigid. Branches, empty cans, and used condoms float past me.I lost my jacket when I became snagged on a tree branch. My shoes are gone. My skin is blue-grey, as are my lips and fingernails. I've been face-down in this river for two…
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Just thinking aloud, really. And by aloud, I mean typing for someone to read haha.
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I stop for Coup de' Villes and blue eyed men who runmarathons of ghosts and what if I was in love with a boy named Roberto in our Spanish class in High Schoolwho was half Japanese and half German and preferred penises to my virginity and what if the boy next door…
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But, The Driver talked about speed. Something about pulling her off easy or we’ll blow our tires. “No telling what’s off that shoulder,” he’d say.
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the sun is quiet like the mountains,
the birds except for their wings
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She burst
Into the glass shop
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He started to concentrate on the music again. It was the album with the crazy picture of Monk on the cover, with a machine gun over his shoulder, a tied-up Gestapo officer and a female resistance fighter standing next to—a cow.
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the poems/
we never got to will remain,
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The old hate the young. Robe exposed monks do not Hate mosquitoes. It is one. It is one hand. It is one. Mountains don't hate sky. The rich hate the poor. The poor hate the rich. The parade of scholars hate the …
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We are our own pathogens.
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Lying in the blissful glow of young television.
Idly sleeping, eyes open and ears closed.
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Azure understood now. She felt it there as she remembered what she told Sora after her ordeal with the domed creature.
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Nature is perfect... We can never learn that much
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If you've ever cleaned house because a death is coming,you know it's the same as any other kind of cleaning.Wipe the tables.Pick up the floor.Sweep the crumbs under the carpet.For later.And for the ants.It's different, too.Because you're floating.On caffeine.On muffled…
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After becoming single at age 62, I joined an online dating site. After a year of perusing profiles and meeting men for coffee, staying single is starting to look better and better to me. But I've stayed on the site, in part for the pure enjoyment of…
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By lunch:
The dryer is an F-5 dervish of mismatched socks, blue jeans and your yellowing college T's, lovingly held onto. For a moment there is a comforting warmth and softness to their smell. In the debris strewn landscape of the living room a carcass
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Everyone is tromping around in work boots like an army of happy gardeners. The park is smiling from all this attention, from the sound of kids who think work is play. It's not even sunny but we don't mind. I know you don't. Grey days are just as good. They've…
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