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Sorrow fences with fear and questions
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136841
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Tomorrow we will eat it in anger.
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136710
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They say that air traffic control is stressful work and I guess it is for some people. It did require a lot of concentration but that never bothered me much. I could keep the position, bearing and altitude of a couple of dozen aircraft in my head without
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136755
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Obituaries aren’t as much fun
as they used to be.
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136710
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Ellie's got two parrots. She owns the house down the block to the left where the golf club owner fixes her grounds and garage because he can't stop working on his vacation. …
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136765
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They got slices of greasy salami
On top of round mini carrots, celery
Pepperoncini, slices of sweet pickles
They got cinder block walls
A Tiki Bar with glasses hanging
Upside down from the stemware over the bar
They got wood paneling, cottag
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136763
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I had this dream. We were living together, and we were in bed asleep when strange, enormous cats began crowding around our windows and meowing. They made awful scratching and scraping noises at the windows, trying to come in. But I couldn’t wake you up.
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136722
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It didn't matter if they burned or not.
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136700
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"It all began with a painting," I said. "Mostly blue. Acrylic. Naturalistic in a modern sense. She was stylized but recognizable, and her breasts were exposed. Everyone could see her disordered skirt. The painter was a fan of Herrick.
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136764
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Cold smoke from the crater
Breathes on our eyelashes;
The abysmal emptiness held
Its breath just once.
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136721
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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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136632
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When we were leaving to go to the ice rink, Lynda surprised all of us by saying she wanted to come along. She slid all the way over in the front seat to be next to me, while one of my buddies, Miller, who had his eye on her himself, slid into the passen
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136631
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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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136640
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We light cigarettes, take turns putting them out on each other's arms, legs, anywhere hard without a mark. It's living, he says, it's better to know you're alive than feel nothing at all. My brother is two years older than you, I was thinking on Tuesday,…
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136661
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136653
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In the neon light and barroom shadows,
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136697
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The same, some things you Can't explain, most trees Have felt it go bone dry at the roots before. I've learned to let love Go bye bye. You think they don't Want to answer your pathetic knocks, But they're…
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136642
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The butterscotch on that painting makes me want to lick the canvas.
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1366185
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another paper saving 55er
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136687
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Did you really think you were going to cure cancer with that poem?
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1366158
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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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136697
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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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136622
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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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136531
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After ten days in Jeddah, I start to miss the rain back home in Tennessee....
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1365113
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She called for land usage to fulfill a social function, to provide an affordable and sustainable way of life for all.
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136521
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136533
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irretrievably we tell ourselves stories
irretrievably as beaded water slides off our skin
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136520
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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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136500
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each vertebra is a golden cavalier, brave in upright vigilance; stoic heroes.
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The bedroom was still as our conversation dissolved into a heavy silence broken only by the ticking of the clock on her night table and the occasional sob that hadn't yet been swallowed in her pillow. I stubbed out my cigarette and leaned forward in…
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