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--small chin, timid mouth, frail nose, weak narrow-set eyes--
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90821
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A man alone in his paid-for living room, with his hands folded behind his head.
A man running from a bar, a bald man seen from behind.
Someone who made a wide circle to avoid your laughter.
A man undressing at the side of the road saying: “How y
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90853
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The questions piled up so high I thought I'd neverget through the door.The ease of alcohol, the incline of submission. Guttural sounds and spittle.Wipe down the morning afterwith a shower.Redress in last night's clothes.There's coffee if you want it.Sincerity too -no,…
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908189
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Each day, I lose more words-/
nouns and verbs- but especially//
proper names. People and places
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90810
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“I was thinking about the other night.” He said from the living room. She could hear his work boots scrape and creak across the old wood floors, and the sound of his weight landing on the couch, then the snap of the lighter as he lit the pipe and…
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90730
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We fall through two feet of clouds and dragons before we land softly on our feet in clover and crab grass.
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90755
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Every six weeks or so, he and I would argue. I would argue. He would listen. He raised me twenty-five cents each time. I suppose that is a bad habit for me to have gotten into—to get pissed about rates and to fight to get a raise.
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90700
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There were six people on the bridge, myself included, and we were making our way across when something exploded—it was more a rifle shot than explosion, actually—and it cut like a razor through the delicate fabric of the moment.
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907103
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[...] in the living room above the fire, someone had gouged a letter A on the wall.
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90740
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“This isn’t fair!” I rail to my late wife. “It’s all right for you, why not me?” She never answers me directly. Not in whispers, or with knocks, or even dreams.
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90700
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This was how he circumnavigated people, bartering like a viking setting prices on the edge of an ax-blade.
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90755
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90721
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It began not so innocently
with voyeuristic tendencies.
the sound of concrete
and confetti in the night.
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90710
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"Maybe…" he began searching for some comforting wisdom. "Maybe it's like this. Husbands live for their wives. Mothers live for their children. And children...well...until they're husbands or wives, they live for themselves."
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90766
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Tell me how beautiful I am and I'll dance for you Tell me how much you love my smile and I'll kiss you softly Paint a picture of me and I will lie still Let me see your smile and watch me exhale Rock me back and forth and my eyes close I see rocky shores and…
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90700
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“Paroxysms, well, what in the hell’s a paroxysm?”
“I think the better question is what kind of name is Gentry, Gentry?”
“Yes, that’s a better question. Do you really want to know? I was named after my grandfather, Ol’ Gentry Jones Filips III. They
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90700
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Rains came again and wore away at their flesh, revealing bone as white and sharp as sharks’ teeth.
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90753
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He went for long, quiet walks. These seemed to quell the seething rages swirling about him as he exhumed and reconstructed the truth of himself.
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90700
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This will take forever. I’ll never get to Antibes to meet Isabella, much less make it to Marseille to deliver the picture and then catch the overnight train to Paris. I may have to call Jean-Claude Lyon, the orchestra manager of the Monte Carlo orchestra,
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90700
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The woman wrings her hands again and again, reaching up to place one under her chin, then to her cheek as though there is some pending trepidation no one else can see...
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90789
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The manic,/
looking on, finds and polishes//
the sharp green shard and bottle cap
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9071010
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My mother always brightens when I walk into her room, then a sallow nature overtakes the short-lived smile. It’s as if she expects someone else, and disappointment sets in when she sees it’s only me.
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90700
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No one wanted to bear witness
to this grand emasculation
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90743
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The one-legged crow was back in the yard again. It was there yesterday and maybe before, but yesterday was the first time I noticed it. I've been using my binoculars lately. It is interesting to me...to bring things closer. And it's not just birds, but other things like the…
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90710
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The sun was a red beet and it waited low in the sky but I didn't know for what reason. You could look right at it and forget for an instant about tenement buildings and hydro lines, or the dirty city in general. I tied my shoes and got some water…
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90733
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How long has this been going on? the admitting nurse asks.
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90710
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I bow my head
and shed the antlers
of past lives
I no longer butt heads
with the universe
but I miss my curse
and can’t do worse
I throw myself in reverse
and rehearse the early scenes
of science and my
full meat diet
that sent
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90720
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Speaking in tongues
untranslatable,
they move in experimental spacesuits,
uneasy in the other's gravity.
(To say nothing of the difficulty of dancing.)
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90700
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Some friends of mine took him for a ride out to Broad Channel, you know that enclave of crazies that live in houses on stilts on the island in Jamaica Bay on Cross Bay Boulevard. He might find that when the tide comes in, the water might be a little deepe
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90722
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...Yet today, I fear /
ordinary names for fantastic objects: Sex, Love, Mind.
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