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That was some root beer float. It cost us a grand total of $275.
She pulls up in front of Fenton’s Ice Cream Parlor and leaves the motor running while I jump out and run into the parlor.
It was early evening. We HAD to have a root beer float. You
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And I am reminded of river eyes:
The summer we slumbered,
Like mummies in the sand
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144311
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Joanne Simpson sat in her pew of the church that dominated her tiny town, listening to the buzzing of disturbed voices like a hive of bees trapped in a wall. She knew exactly what was wrong. Some parishioners sat on the edge of the pews, while some whispe
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144300
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When not enough is left to utterThe syllables it takes to say,Goodbye--Disassembled and developed,Laid upon the ground,Like the girded gridlockOn your smog befitted brow...Goodbye.And what if I said, hello?What if I said, good day?Would it change your sunken bodyAnd repair…
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144322
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The boy buckled in and told his mom, “No mommy, I can do it myself”
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144342
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Frank was about to take the first bite of a chicken salad sandwich.
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144321
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Roy Williams was his real name. It had been for the last 15 years. Since retiring from the Firm he’d lived innocuously in an apartment near the Old City walls of Dubrovnik doing the occasional quick job for them. You never entirely retired from the Firm.
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144353
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The week before she left for Costa Rica with her new lover she called me. Often, she did this. We talked for hours. What should I pack on my trip? she asked. Setting out with him …
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this elegant silver wrench/
which from the opposite side/
becomes a golden Phillips-head
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1443159
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far beyond the far beyond
sparkles the stars like sparkles
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144321
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It's important to sound
human, I know
To get fragile
near your
mother
I myself
get glimpses
now and then
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144310
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The morning news.
The birthday present you bought me.
This poem.
My hair when I wake up in the morning, at any given point in the day.
Pigeon pose.
My singing voice.
How much I love myself.
Coffee.
Sex.
Not having sex.
Having movie star sex.
Ha
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144332
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All the time I'm eating I can't help but think of the many different tuna melts I have ordered in diners and coffee shops and how each of them disappointed me...
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144311
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"...a head dizzy from my abuse."
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144311
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Stanley had a crush on Sarah. They were in Ms. Goldman's freshman chemistry class together fifth period. That day they were working on homework at Sarah's house while her parents were gone. Stanley was in heaven.“Break time!” Sarah woke Stanley from daydreaming,…
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144321
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Between the commercials, the local news is rampant with fusillade of bullets going raving mad, driven by some Machiavellian brainfuck, or bombshells smiling down with angels in black; emoticons of solid metal and pride. But you would put your faith in…
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144343
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Skulk like a lovespun spider in a record store corner
on the orange formica subway car
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144397
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Some of the elderly men and women are coming forward....
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144333
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"Let somebody else deal with for a while, man, I'm tired."
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144332
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...when they spotted each other through the glass, with he inside and she outside, she quickly began licking her fork obscenely, attempting to exhibit her sexual prowess with regard to the dexterity of her tongue and mouth...
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144300
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It was so dark below, there was only flashlights weaving about and headlights pointing in one direction.
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144311
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I survived as a brave thought,
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144343
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I got the news that you had died as I was
eating American chop suey, watching the Celtics.
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144211
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“Forever you will be mine” she said to me, and of course I did not believe her. She was a romantic and so was I, and such words habitually dripped out of her lovely mouth like honey from the comb, in a never-ending flow of flattery which I am ashamed to s
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144253
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He is sitting in the infinite rain
and the water is making him some infinite silhouette
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He gave her everything she hoped for, with the exception of two things.
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II. ByCoalport Your hair streams minarets across a bridge, The…
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144211
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Salted sea of summer fingers- sand and salted skinmelt in me; vanilla ice cream lick- your lips; salty kiss saliva- sweet salt of semen run down my chin languid-salty sweat of you.
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“I can't go to sleep,” Jonathan said, laying on the doctor's couch. He counted on his fingers to keep his mind active. “I'll certainly die if I do.”
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