1909 16 13
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1. Everyone disappears.2. Stars map themselves.3. The moon fills her bathtub over and over. You can't watch it for too long or you go mad, shouting, "Just get in, get in!"4. The ghosts of certain broken poets stand under apple trees and lean their hands on the…
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1909 37 25
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Come home, my love, and live.
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1909 14 3
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Tyler has a Mars bar in his jeans pocket. It’s warm and soft. He tries to insert it.
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1908 24 23
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You just can’t believe your key / won’t open the front door anymore.
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1908 25 15
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We made our escape on grimy streets under skies filled with crows, flapping like litter in the wind.
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1908 33 18
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Chelsea's breasts are more the size of tangerines, but he likes them. He likes that she smells like Fruit Loops and that her front teeth overlap slightly. Her mouth is glossed. He slips his tongue inside.
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1907 21 17
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How to not be a redneck? Basically, it is a matter of volume, ancestor worship, respect for the truth and a command of the English language.
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1907 3 3
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I got your card in the mail via my ex-wife in Saskatoon. On it you wonder where I am, if I am still writing, and if I have any stories I would send for you to look at because you think I should be published, too.
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1907 8 3
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Was I a dreamer? Was I asking for too much?
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1907 25 13
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I was sitting on the therapist’s couch in someone else’s boxer shorts.
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1906 8 5
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You may gather from me
the spring of my youth
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1906 12 8
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I write in the morning when the world is bendy.
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1906 2 0
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The snake glides unhurriedly through the garden one warm July afternoon looking for a schmoose. Or barring such pleasant daytime passage, a shady snoozing spot. He twines himself about the gravid apple tree’s trunk caduceus-like, slithering his handsom
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1906 0 0
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But the urge now is to unknow the urgency with which I forgot my self-description.
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1906 17 9
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When Ryan isn’t around, those of us who know him lament that he peaked at 17, at Disney World.
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1905 10 8
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Twelve people in the band,
the two women arrive first
(arrive on time).
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1905 36 21
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The young boy picks up a coin that has rolled to his feet. It is warm, too warm considering the cold air streaming around him.
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1905 18 13
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Instead of julienning the fava beans you could, instead, slip your linen shirt off your pink shoulders and hang it on a tree branch like a white flag yelling “I don’t want to fight anymore, goddamit, this aftenoon is beautiful.”
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1905 3 1
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The Japanese sun, blood-red and vibrant, like a Cézanne apple, was setting far away in the distance over the snow-capped peak of Mt. Fuji. For a moment, the intensity of the light blinded him. He could not see the road ahead. His front bicycle wheel wobb
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1904 20 13
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I heard today about your friend
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1904 8 2
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"Michael has had no drink, no cigarette, no illicit drug and very little illicit sex since September 14, 1989."
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1904 1 1
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“I killed a man.”
“Whaaattt???” I'd been meditating on the sun. I figured he was trying to jolt me awake.
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1903 4 3
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[testing ... one, two, three ... testing ... is this thing on? ... ok, here goes:]
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1903 35 14
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AFTER DINNER Another cycle gone, wasted. She stares into her bowl of full-fat ice cream (just half a cup a day, every day, for fertility). Beside her sits her husband, building a sundae. When he's done she reaches over, picks the cherry off the top, and hurls it into the…
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1902 10 5
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Philip Ahearn woke up in an empty field. Last night had been one hell of a party - he almost hooked up with Rosamund - and, at the time, it seemed wiser to crash outside than to drive and really crash. But he wasn't a kid anymore and sleeping on the…
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1902 14 7
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a question that (never) left
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1902 20 9
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Eighteen-layered canvases were prized by both of them, regardless of whose work appeared on top.
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1902 8 3
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I just like puppies, and slapping people.
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1901 9 6
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Six kinds of crazy, he said. That told me everything. It told me enough.
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1901 23 10
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Our house was big, red brick, with off-white walls that watched over us while we slept, while we prayed for our souls to be kept, while we shared bath water and bunk beds and the secret of the back closet we will die with and never reveal.
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