1385 5 4
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He tells me that he thinks he reached out as he needed healing
and I wonder if I should diagnose him on the spot,
explain what years of therapy taught me about him.
I don't.
Instead I compliment a photograph of the pot plants he grows, organic,
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138510
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His nervous cackle makes me sick - Oh, if only - Times were different - That knife - Would fit so nicely in his back
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138555
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i’m trying to remember
don’t all the best apples happen
in September?
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138554
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So, my wife got fired from her job for being three minutes late five times. But he had it in for her, the fatty boss. He was lazy and she was smart, in line for his job. And she had a workman's comp case against the hospital—she'd slipped in pudding in the cafeteria…
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138443
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138432
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Waiting for the light to turn, his mind wandered, wondering how it was that bridges of this sort collected stories. Old thru truss bridges with grated deckings, or any older bridge for that matter. The stories seemed to have died out since the concrete
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138422
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thunder striking in a pancake cumulative, his building bouncing upon itself, life going Richtor Scale, a billion pounds of panic per square second
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138498
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It was cold in the church. The Lutherans were freezing to death. The Catholics brought their winter coats.
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138421
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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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138421
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I saw three kids the other day, two girls and a boy, crouched in conspiracy
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138432
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Moonless sky of stars, silently flickered by bats, with constellations defined and bold. The curve of the plough matching that of your shoulder, as if it were a decoration.
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138454
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On the beaches in the summer the fine hair rose up from under the material of your bikini and swirled around your deep navel, almost invisible to the naked eye, but not to the mind, which imagines everything funneling down into the center of your being,
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138430
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The first indication I had of what I look like came when a man put me back on the rack, remarking that I was too pink. Over the weeks that followed, I gained a few more ideas about my appearance from the comments of people in the shop. My photographic side had been…
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138463
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She was from Tennessee,
with advantages over me.
An upbringing surrounded by books
and sensitivity.
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138400
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The moon bulges with meticulous sick amber fire while first night’s chest heaves and sputters free infantine monstrosity from plague-wormed hovels, din mold choked grottos, and stale metal-cast labyrinth catacombs.
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138400
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You seemed to have that leisure to walk about sweetly when I was with you, honey-singing the reward for the intensity of emotion you lunged about in. Nothing seemed like it was going to hurt or harm anyone, even while I was going nuts between the legs.
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138467
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Lights of human occupation burn/
in patterns like the growth/
of a bacillus, lethal and prodigious,
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138420
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“Sloshes to sloshes. Drip to drip,” I said, then ceremoniously flushed the toilet bowl, our heads bowed in reverence as Molly and I gave Swimmy its last rites. Swimmy, named by Molly whose overstatement of the obvious is endearing in a three-year-old, was…
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138441
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There are times when she is heavy and times when she is light.
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13841011
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138395
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My relationship with Uzma exists on several levels, from basic to abstract, from animal magnetism to spiritual journey.
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138363
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If you shoot at them now, it'll be attempted murder or, worse, premeditated murder.
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138321
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Shut up.You shut up.That's disgusting.You should talk.Fuck off.Fuck me.whore.Yes.More.Shut up.
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138340
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She stood for a moment to think about what happened inside.
She had just killed her husband of twenty three years.
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138342
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The gated community of Dos was named for one of Babbage’s landmark educational figures, Ms. Dos.
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138386
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I woke like an animal / breeding thoughts like flies
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138311
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"...a head dizzy from my abuse."
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138376
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When the teacher was out of the room Myron pretended to play with himself, saying, “down boy” and smiling to the nervous gasping and fake coughs from the other classmates and, since he's my close friend, I think he does silly stuff like this to contend with…
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138322
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They can’t help
Seeing a child even there
In the crude brushstrokes.
They say it is me.
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138300
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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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