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 | There are some I don’t recognize. My gaze lingers for a second. It’s bad business this. | 
		
		
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 | Then, relieved to have cleared the air, they peacefully returned their way of living.
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 | Let me say these words now | 
		
		
			| 1193  4  2   
 | So we stayed on the train admiring the time.  | 
		
		
			| 1193  12  0   
 | Your son is six feet tall in the sixth grade. By his sophomore year of high school, he outweighs you by a hundred pounds. He's been offered four football scholarships and one for a sport he's never played. Every morning his mother, your ex ex-wife, makes his breakfast of a… | 
		
		
			| 1193  2  2   
 | You are rounded just the way the mountain is, out the window. The sun   sets on both of you now. Three of you, I should say: the mountain, and   you, and little Frank, who is currently batting my ear because he   doesn't want to be named Frank but it's for your dead father,… | 
		
		
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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… | 
		
		
			| 1193  14  11   
 | Dear Brandon Lee: I know that you're dead and can't respond to letters, but I've always felt a connection to you.  | 
		
		
			| 1193  5  1   
 | Bardan O'Connor stared at himself in the mirror but didn't recognize the image before him. He was pale and looked like death. He  tried to psyche himself up for the latest show with a shot of Irish  whiskey. He slapped himself hard in the face. "Get it together  man." The… | 
		
		
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 | NO ONE CAN BE A BASTARD FOREVER | 
		
		
			| 1193  11  7   
 | ...come come come come...  | 
		
		
			| 1193  4  4   
 | It   was that special ache between heart and stomach that made me stop   things. That ache that cannot be caused by the mere knowledge that you   have steered your life into a completely wrong direction. To feel this   pain, you also need to have no clue why and how it… | 
		
		
			| 1193  0  0   
 | We both looked toward the house.  We could just make out a light that was barely visible coming from the side where their bedroom window was.  Slowly an evil grin appeared on Darrell's face.  He looked at the knife in his hand.  "This will do it!" he sa | 
		
		
			| 1193  0  1   
 | When the telephone rang the fallow fields we lay in years ago became distant countries, filled with falling stars. The distant country into which you had disappeared became a pistol with a single bullet in the chamber. | 
		
		
			| 1193  1  0   
 | they say the sense of smell is the strongest sense connected to memory, but not for me | 
		
		
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			| 1193  9  2   
 | i think god composed afternoons with crayons | 
		
		
			| 1192  7  4   
 | It was if you memorized my ever detail but not the why.
And perhaps that is what love is. Was that love?
I lie in bed waiting for the man who came after you 
to join me. I hear his heavy footsteps and know 
he wants to go to Hawaii too, 
when our bud | 
		
		
			| 1192  2  2   
 | 1. Having made Alice from one of the Mad Hatter's ribs, Humpty Dumpty told her she could do anything, except speak. “How bothersome!” she said.2. In the church, Alice was horrified to be presented with a talking lamb. “EAT ME!” it bleated and, as the… | 
		
		
			| 1192  4  3   
 | My hillbilly’s got a hole in it 
And I think I’m gonna die 
I swear you can see right through him 
Got a big hole in his side
I think I pulled the trigger 
On the truth gun at my side 
Then it just got bigger 
It started getting wide 
He tried | 
		
		
			| 1192  1  0   
 | I do not jerk up to sirens birds doorbell shouts hello hello through the letterbox hello | 
		
		
			| 1192  9  7   
 | Although it was unlikely that she would witness mobsters racing up or down Wabash Avenue with guns ablast, she paced behind the hotel's ground-floor glass eyeing traffic for fifteen or twenty minutes . . . | 
		
		
			| 1192  5  2   
 | Frontiers Yugoslavia Thirty Notwithstanding  (after Tristan Tzara)  Responsible badly countries,circumstances better to that, powerlessness.Women these gender-determined “pluralist” conditionSoviet as overall the  Women societies little countries.Have official… | 
		
		
			| 1192  0  0   
 | The music is too loud in here and it's hurting my ears. I know some of the words to the songs because my older sister listens to the same stuff when she's in her bedroom and is playing her iPod and my dad yells at her to turn that crap down. I like my dad. He calls me… | 
		
		
			| 1192  1  1   
 |            He was rummaging through his giant pile of clothing on the   floor, looking for something to wear to sleep. When he couldn't quite   tell what was dirty and what was clean, he knew it was time for laundry.   Just as he was going to… | 
		
		
			| 1192  5  5   
 | The blind can be a little bit 
Angry now and then 
Trying to be independent 
They don’t want or need your help 
Usually. They’re a little like bees 
You have to learn to leave them alone 
But I remember one day when I 
Guided the fingers of Bli | 
		
		
			| 1192  0  0   
 | When Jimmy – and Frank and John and all the rest – joined up, it all seemed a big lark. Little Mary – she can’t have been more than about five years old – was dead proud her Dad was going off to fight the Germans. I doubt she really knew who the | 
		
		
			| 1192  1  1   
 | A horn honks, brakes squeal, Chloe’s screaming, pulling at her.  She’s lying on the sidewalk.  Her shin hurts.  Her knee.  Chloe kneels beside her. Ring of kids staring.  I’m good, she says.  I’m good.   | 
		
		
			| 1192  5  5   
 | The world is a mighty funny place. It spins wildly and we are held down by its strong ghostly gravity. We're still able to communicate with one another over morning coffee and delicious cake donuts dipped in chocolate. Some of us used to keep… | 
		
		
			| 1192  3  2   
 | A parody of John Ashbery         I have been preconditioned likewise  by the ligatures of the roof.    It has bypassed even the lightning.  When I started this essay I    (poetics equalling dissemination,  like a toilet plug) admired, and I in    the book produced… |