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Ben watched the cat burglar snake his way from window ledge to window ledge.
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I found Mathew face down, cold and ridged like a plastic doll. I had overslept because he never cried—never told me he was hungry. Rodney had to peel my arms from around my son so the paramedics could take him in a blaze of flashing red and white lights.…
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Vicki's scream echoed in Michiko's ear, an unwelcome earworm.
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Kenichi the boar arrived from the forest with the other elders. The police officers stepped back, awed by these large nature creatures.
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Run up and down the hill shouting Hollywood! Hollywood! Hollywood! Order a penis size enhancer for everyone in the neighborhood. Invent theorems for the unrivalled glory of eggnog. Get drunk on utter futility. Pack my favorite suitcase with tree bark…
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st. paul is steeped in fog.
mist and rain make the north side a grainy
faded photograph, almost timeless.
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then all crawl out from the wreckage
to begin a dance lasts all night
so by morning we'll be tired
surprised we're still upright
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I'm looking for the perfect/passage, a safe, sound/jettison to now.
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You think about bears and it gives you a headache? Don’t give them that power.
You see bears and it gives you a headache? Don’t run. Don’t walk but don’t run.
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...her facial twitches, gasps and whines, her moments of trapped silence.
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Her legs splayed out
in front of her.
She was a mess
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I grew up in a little red house filled with books. Both of my parents love to read, and the proof piled up in every room. Current books in the bedroom. Books from the last ten to twenty years in the living room and kitchen. Old books from their childhood and college days on…
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No One The city he abandoned lies below him. It's been years, so many tears. He admires the remains of the White City, The Shed, rooted ahead. He jaunts through Roosevelt Train station, hassled by the acrid stench pollinating the area. I…
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In the tang of winter warm
and summer cool,
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The sun was a dish of burnished courage
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Chewy is an old dog. His face is mostly white.
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Upstairs, in a room where some years later, the occupant would be murdered by his lover, I sat in my skivvies in an armchair and wondered if I should call my wife.
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Kudzu obscures the gate where jasmine bloomed last summer.
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I've been floating dearadriftI could not see you clearlythrough the tattered, hazy scrim the boundary between usmight as well have been a canyonyou reached for me anda vice tightenedaround my headI wanted to merge with youmy heart wished for abrilliant explosion of limb…
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The silence grew louder as it grew longer.
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"Too many people were presenting themselves in a false light on lunch dates,” she says. “The power ties on the men, the come-you-know-what-me pumps on the women–that’s not what married life is about.”
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The terms of a broken heart, I guess I nevergot to read them. But they must besomething awful, something numbing, something no sane personwould ever agree to. You're already on the vergeof becoming nothing I can remember without a photograph beingshoved in my face. Like a…
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rinse
plate cup glass spoon
bowl soapy water
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...Yet today, I fear /
ordinary names for fantastic objects: Sex, Love, Mind.
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it is said to make your manliness last forever
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I had laid my hand down hard upon a long forgotten shard of an old coke bottle.
The cut is deep.
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Dutton felt thwarted in his literary career, producing only the classic "Here I sit all broken-hearted, paid a nickel to crap and only farted" in a locker room stall at halftime of the 1963 Weedwacker Bowl.
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I got my new dog today,
a toy terrier, as advertised,
from an online retailer,
and printed him or her,
I’m not sure which,
because of an inherent glitch
built into the system,
on my new 3-D printer,
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1. During the outpouring of our newly discovered grief oh how we danced, electrical, into oblivion, maybe once, twice. It was toall to be expected, but not everything you feel is always real. After all the dust may settle, but it…
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"Did you ever steal any money?" he finally asked.
"Never. It was mostly toasters. There was the odd coffee maker or electric can opener ... but mostly ... toasters."
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