1110 3 3
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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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111022
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By the basement washtubs, I watched him skin a squirrel:
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111000
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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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111011
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Well, it looks like I’ll be having a stem-cell transplant after all...
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111033
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irretrievably we tell ourselves stories
irretrievably as beaded water slides off our skin
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111045
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Their relationship had proved volatile. The husband had gone missing. The wife had gone dead.
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111000
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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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111064
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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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111022
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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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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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111044
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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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1110129
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you shimmered me with attention
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111030
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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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110987
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In its own defense
against what is too concrete
the mind allows a magical thought--
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110974
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One day, he decided instead to be-pet them,
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110974
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I like burning lavender on glowing charcoal and dancing hard, thinking about long futures and deep moments. I want to cry and then scream and I don't feel like cleaning up. If I can keep a rhythm going long enough,I think I can build…
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110900
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110955
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Luke and Diane sat at a round white table looking around the room. There were clusters of people forming an archipelago of cordial exchange and small talk. All but a few were strangers, friends and family of his sister-in-law Mary, now a widow, though the word sounded…
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110955
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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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110900
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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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110932
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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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110966
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Big hair shoulder pads hell no.
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110930
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The falcon cannot hear the falconer. The rain comes down in sheets.
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110911
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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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110900
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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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110954
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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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110991
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I can no longer conjure the sweetness of a plum
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110900
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Son, could you please step out of the car?
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110933
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Outside cool fresh morning tiny fingers
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110911
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The white moon is dangling
by a thread tonight.
I close my eyes
and listen to it undress.
Your halo fell around your ankles
and you became see-through,
but there’s a vast gulf between being pretty,
and pretty dangerous.
Still, I’ve s
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