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He licks his lips and mouths the air, salivating, unashamed of his propensity for the round, pink grapefruit, the almost egg-shaped oranges, the firm, juicy tangerines.
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How many years has he dreamed he would be home again?
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she lays there
wrapped in his baseball sheets
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another paper saving 55er
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I'm standing on a toilet, trapped behind a stall. Watching Father U mop up the blood.
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After ten days in Jeddah, I start to miss the rain back home in Tennessee....
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There it was
One abandoned high heel shoe on the sidewalk
Could have been
Some kind of robbery
Though
Maybe it was just
The beginning of the
Walk of shame
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The alcohol is on my mind, on my mind, on my mind
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Meaning is harder to sell, unless it’s an analysis of why there is a Justin Bieber.”
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For years, Nina lived in an apartment with furniture that was silver or clear or metallic, she could see her reflection in every surface. She had an enormous television that took up one entire wall of the small living room. She and Anna and Desmond, Nina's downstairs …
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The only resolution I ever kept was when I said I wasn't going to create any more resolutions, and now I'm going to break that one.
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Dread and drudgery sour each day
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The son stood on the porch with his grip packed. "I'm off to mine me a fortune a gold, Daddy." "Boy, there's a fortune in gold right here," said the father, indicating the ripe wheat, glowing in early morning sun. The kid slumped. "Pop, you turn over a rock there,…
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The television was playing reruns of Mr. Ed, but it was hard to hear because of the flock of birds in the palm tree. I’d sometimes imagined the birds coming through the window, a swarming of pink cotton mouths, mawing everything in sight.
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After all, if she could get through World War II with no more than a couple of letters and numbers on her arm, she could, sure as hell, get through this.
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The flowerpots across the street from Frank’s room at the Place d’Armes Hotel never appeared parched by the late August sun.
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It didn't matter if they burned or not.
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The Fat Man took a sip of whiskey, then replaced his glass on the table next to his fedora. …
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I wonder what it would be like to dog-paddle in the middle of the ocean.
I wonder how Jean Auguste Ingres got the flesh tones for “Odalisque.”
I wonder if bees have dreams.
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[Lights up on CLAUDE. He's holding a letter, standing.]CLAUDE: Dear sir, We regret to inform you That your (that place with cream walls and dog hair…
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Me leaving is not the confirmation of all your fears. It is not. It's because of them.
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I COULD always sleep. Go "home" now and sleep. My body and my fetus—who complain of this torture—would appreciate sleep. I have something to do that is not sleep. I have something to do that is not sleep. I have to try to wake.
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He said, “It was only after I broke my neck and even like maybe a year later that I really started realizing that I had something to say.”
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"I need a male friend, and I think I've found one."
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He kept one scarf. It was the scarf that she would tie around his eyes to play with him, long, until he was in his teens. A silly game that made her happy and he squirmed with delight until he got too old. She did not want him to see her, only to know if
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I am tripping on poetry.
Purple ink drips from my eyes like ergot of rye.
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