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to unwind looking for the answer.I confess I wasn't so discreetas life demanded, laughing like anowhere poet. Nothing relieved thegod awful boredom. Many times Iconfess I hadn't really takenthe vitamins, crying like a courtjester thrown into a dungeon onmarket day, and felt…
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111230
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I let the little fingers slip thinking they couldn't stand to hold on anymore. When they were done they said addled and I was left behind in the room with only my hand. I hurt myself trying to picture the pretty girls and they took out a piece above my eye. …
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111122
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By the basement washtubs, I watched him skin a squirrel:
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111100
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“What can I do for you?” he asks Dan, who then rolls up his shirt sleeve to reveal a list of names etched into his arm, with lines through them, like a scrawled timetable on a prison wall. The last name on the list is the only one without a strikethrough
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111166
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This is not her death. This is absent-minded omniscience. This is impossible. And then again, the inside-out, implosion. And the hall was clogged with bodies; none of them hers, but who could be sure?
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111111
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Well, it looks like I’ll be having a stem-cell transplant after all...
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111133
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irretrievably we tell ourselves stories
irretrievably as beaded water slides off our skin
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111145
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Their relationship had proved volatile. The husband had gone missing. The wife had gone dead.
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111130
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The falcon cannot hear the falconer. The rain comes down in sheets.
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111100
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Another subject of interest is "furverts"--"individuals who engage in sexual activity while dressed in animal costumes."
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111122
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The new members were asked to stand up and say their names. One obnoxious, pushy woman from L.A. stood up and said, "Ama Torrent, and I'm an alcoholic."
The roomful of people started murmuring.
Suddenly a man in his late fifties shot out of his chai
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1111148
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The diner on the corner is one of those Disneyfied modern cut-outs trying to mimic the actual thing but failing utterly. The street, a vein of hipness running through an Ivy League campus that is still trying to cling to a time when it all meant something
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111120
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Fabulous birds perched nearby, where we were. In their memory there goes the little god, original, in the midst of it all, happiness like anything near the river-mouth. Letting yourself dabble in the femaleness of it. In the lower world or on the playin
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111144
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The world's anxious fire breathing mob still wants in, but they don't know what in the smoke they are looking for. They aren't really thinking in that intellectual direction. All these wonderful, friendly books you see do not hold the answer or…
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111166
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Look. There's just you and me, that's all that's left. All the rest of them had already given up a long, long time ago. They dropped their precious, colorful dreams like rusted railroad lanterns, like abandoned pumpkins, and littered the Twitching…
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111154
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My father is the kind of man to shout at you /
just because you took the wrong road /
at least the road that he’s not used to...
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1111129
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you shimmered me with attention
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111132
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Understanding those who don't understand us
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111033
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In Nebraska, I looked up from the flatness, to her face, then down to the page and saw this: Real people have joy.
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111087
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In its own defense
against what is too concrete
the mind allows a magical thought--
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111066
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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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111055
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I was supposed to write a history of the old world and expose the selfish ones who use their best kept love for evil against the good little witches of childhood, but it made no sense to me to go after them in that obvious a way. They…
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111032
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And then I heard
“Yea, for I have seen the Father
The Son, and the Holy Toast”
Okay now, something up was weird
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111066
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Big hair shoulder pads hell no.
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111001
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Snow is falling like ashes. I know they're hot and cold. One leaves black streaks on my cheeks, the other tears. Maybe the ashes were falling with the snow, not enough water to put out the fire, just to stir the embers. If you screamed I couldn't…
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111091
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I can no longer conjure the sweetness of a plum
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111000
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Son, could you please step out of the car?
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111033
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Outside cool fresh morning tiny fingers
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110900
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She had covered her laughing mouth, trying to prevent him from seeing a storied past.
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