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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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110611
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Well, it looks like I’ll be having a stem-cell transplant after all...
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110600
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That is then and the devil reigns in the here and now.
Tonight I am the barfly and tomorrow I die.
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110645
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Their relationship had proved volatile. The husband had gone missing. The wife had gone dead.
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1106127
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Extrapolate, interpolate/
to add imaginary flesh//
to fragmentary bones.
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110611
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Dreams were all she ever had, all that ever comforted her. Diana. But then there was Rachel. And Diana forgot about her dreams, because there was nothing but Rachel. At first it was nothing but innocent phone calls, plans to meet up for coffee…
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110620
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, that smiley lush would shake rattle and quiver the day long no matter the temperature.
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110600
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Son, could you please step out of the car?
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110633
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Outside cool fresh morning tiny fingers
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110621
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later still
wine parties with cucumber
red and rich
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110641
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As I looked in her eyes
She told me—
she liked to pull wings off flies.
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110611
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Anastomose my veins to / yours so we may / share // a dream pooled between us
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110633
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The sun was a dish of burnished courage
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110530
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She turned on the television. The newscaster was her husband. She changed the channel. Her husband interviewing her husband. She changed the channel. A baseball game. Her husband pitched to her husband who popped a fly ball which was caught by her husband
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110511
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In the afternoon, there was a certain time when the sunlight spilled through the windows in the common room and made everything look all bright and fresh and optimistic. If you ignored the patients and doctors milling about and…
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110582
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Alright is alright but alright is a state of mind, right?
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110521
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Ever the chance we were given, with luck always, fate. At least we engendered the song and the drink. Having sailed from the goddess of sensual love, having the best throw that beauty allowed, now you can call it will, though some will call it hate.
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110500
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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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110530
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You're trying to attract visitation in a small quarter with pearls in both your lobes. Only half of what you say is true. The red lipstick shines through like a brad on white paper, a voice, soprano. The half I tend to appreciate squanders & squalls. This is the ride…
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110500
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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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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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110510
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All I need is a place to getaway from the rush hour worldThe crazy crazy rush hour worldA place to hide from the rush hour worldMy nerves are shot from the rush hour worldIn need a place to dream from the rush hour worldMy nerves can't take voices of the rush hour worldCars…
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110551
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I change things without notice for himto make sure he's ready for the corporate world. It's no longer our goal to watch cartoonswe must now focus on breakfastthenaction figures. "But Daddy," he says. "I likecartoons." "I know it hurts," I say."But…
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110400
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She had covered her laughing mouth, trying to prevent him from seeing a storied past.
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110494
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You slit your eyes and flick your cigarette in front of an oncoming car. I see how easily you could be that oncoming car.
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110400
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Adam, now Eve-less, stood before his most exquisite Bonsai, wallowing in the miseries of youth.Seth Gall has had work published in China, Canada, and the U.S. His work has appeared in Word Riot, SmokeLong Quarterly, and Nanoism. He is S.H. Gall in decomP…
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110433
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irretrievably we tell ourselves stories
irretrievably as beaded water slides off our skin
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110400
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At the week's end, memories may come to you Of weekends same as those just gone before, That fade away from seeing as a tide's grey flue, That vanishes once travelled to a shifting shore: Still, hope you'll know a girl for an hour anew, One who fades…
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