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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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1305127
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When exactly does cheese go bad? it simply does not, I say.
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130511
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“I want you to face the toys!”
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130542
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—Man, what a tearjerker way to end an interview, said Ben.
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130543
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An excited state
with undiscovered borders, the almost space -
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130532
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Tuesday morning while Frank was in Dr. Jawarski’s office, Michiko was sitting in the waiting room of a gynecologist’s office.
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1304137
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Expose those for whom freedom is greed.
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130422
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I have become a prisoner of my own fractured mind/ A paranoid weirdo behind the horizontal bars of window shades
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130400
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“I swear that man is a force of nature.” This was her mother's way of describing her father whenever her mother came too close to the precipice. While growing up, she could never allow herself to fully acknowledge the meaning behind her mother's…
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130421
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In college, I made friends with my Jewish roommate. Her name was Leah and she was from Brooklyn. When she asked me home with her for Thanksgiving, she mentioned we could go to synagogue together. I asked if there would be other black people there. "No," Leah…
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130453
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It's not a funeral. Nobody to mourn over.
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130431
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Lucien Lucien Tidesquall lay almost sleeping amid the soft green grass. His eyes irradiated green midnight under vanquished brows. A plover hovered somewhere in the distance. It reminded him of a poem he had written as a teenager, a haiku that went as…
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130487
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The musician’s wife had a roving eye. He didn't care. He liked being married to a wild and crazy woman.
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130486
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I woke like an animal / breeding thoughts like flies
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130452
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It's morning, and the cold black hull of branches sets my resting pier, Amid this drizzle, underneath the poignant pain of birches, wrecked By floods of midyear grieving; wraithlike, Dawn's been becked To paint in shafts of faded rose that shades the fen…
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130474
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Last night was full of little fists
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130400
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I. The cowboy of my heart rides high in the saddle. Behind him, the long tail of his speeding palomino, golden — like the hair to the girls I was later to want so desperately — stands straight out from his sweating, muscular haunches. It's time.…
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130411
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I blame you for my short temper when I go off the handle when my blood runs cold and I can't think straight I can only react. When I say things I don't mean Even if I do. But I am glad for the fire you started inside of me. That time I…
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130411
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Carla woke up from her hospital bed screaming.
"Somebody please help me. Please save me. I am begging you."
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130344
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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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130363
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Her Majesty’s Glasses
Umbilical Chord
Linger Finger
Okay Inkjet
The Dragon Flies
Horny
Free Spirit
Good Footnote
Buttery Clams
You’reUp
Empty Bladder
Star Butter
Karmic Impulse
Mr. On-the-Ve
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130333
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We are both 53 and this is the first time I’ve gotten past a third date with anyone from Match. Seth is different. I’m not sure why. My therapist said, “Well, maybe you’ll be good for each other. You both have to accept that you are recovering, or in reco
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130377
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this elegant silver wrench/
which from the opposite side/
becomes a golden Phillips-head
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13031714
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After Slick Daddy — aka Billy Ray Thompson — gave up driving his log truck and took up with playing and singing the blues full-time he was what you might call a hot property around the juke joints along Highway 61. The women didn't seem to mind…
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130331
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The whole scene smells like paranoia.
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A group of us from work are playing cards at a friend's house, so when my brother Jimmy calls, I take my phone into the other room. I already know what it's about, really the only reason he ever calls these days.“Look, I hate to ask,” he begins, the way he…
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130321
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Did I refer to Mark Twain’s typewriter as an animal? Did I call it a hyena? I would not say that about Mark Twain’s typewriter.
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130354
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hangs inverted and
begins a swirling motion,
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130343
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Skulk like a lovespun spider in a record store corner
on the orange formica subway car
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