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I move, press my mouth to her ribs and trace
a line between her breasts with one, sticky
fingertip.
She
closes
deep
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98541
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Shame must search the soul, broken, original, with its primitive juices stirred. Moved until now only by the musk, only the stroll you lived with, the worry, the sorrow, the drama – may I never conceal or recover from it!
Yes, I might beg or steal the
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The hospital was a welcome relief. A short ambulance ride, a nice man holding your arm in a make-shift tourniquet, the red sirens flashing and screeching. Then you were…
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Happy is a look we are trying to wear better
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Last time I heard from you, you had been smoking crack with a hooker in the doorway of city hall
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98410
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I remember so many things … do you remember who I am yet? I attached pictures to jog your memory, including the house on Euclid where I lived.
That’s my high school graduation photo. I was wearing my hair short that year, and blonde and natural,
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Hello, I am Enè Ioh, I have come to to tell you a story that takes place within the place. I start at the place; I go to the place. Here we are, at the place. I am now at the place. I know what I say is of no consequence and I will be killed for it. It means so…
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Whose soul do you have, now? (How many are you?) There are several around here running from death, laughing, whom you might know.
I burned ahead, with life. I found my own haughtiness had little bearing on the unbraided thread of pleasure (when I wa
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My guy was Croatian. I sought an Italian.
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Sometimes we hurt ourselves, we scratch ourselves, we bleed — for a simple joy... All I wanted to do was to find the poplar again — the tree of my young arms, of my budding breasts. My fingers used to circle around its bold and vigorous waist, but in the…
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the moment he started walking
my hands were given new tasks to do:
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Clarissa kept bringing up a particular subject in counseling. It seems two years before her affair, she had accused Jon of being attracted to her friend Steph. The evidence that led Clarissa to this conclusion, started at an office Christmas party. Steph reached…
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In the beginning there was salt.
God licked the salt and said it was
Good. Then there was light.
And then chocolate.
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strange daysi'm having lunch with the babyand we're talking about people-watchingand old souls and coffee and twizzlersit's a weird conversation but she's my babyso something about some apple not falling far from the treewould best fit in herebut anywayi feel like i'm…
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It was Phil Collins on MTV, “In the Air Tonight,” that helped cement it for me. It was the beginning of the end of my marriage. Well, not exactly the true beginning of the end. You would have to go pretty far back, honestly, to find the true root of it
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There was one girl from Ireland, with her thick Irish brogue, who came into my bedroom early on the morning before my final exam for my Master’s degree in the writing program at U.C Irvine. She knew I was so nervous about taking the exam that I hadn’t sle
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My girl hit me with an ice cream freezer.
She did it ‘cause she said she didn't want me to tease her.
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I am skinniest in the morning. My belly forgets the previous day’s sins, and I wake up looking taut like a model. Then it starts.
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Everything is on Time’s menu
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“Elaine, what's that bee doing?”, asked Jonathan as he slid his reading glasses down and turned his attention from the morning paper to a bee that had landed on the his Nesbitt's Lime soda bottle. The bottle sat on the small, hand-made table in their back…
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A pair of snakes contemplates gulping a pair of frogs.
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The smell of Coppertone Suntan Lotion always brings back memories of the beach. I remember you rubbing it on my stomach and you kept moving lower and lower. I had on a bikini bottom (very daring) and you rubbed your finger all along the rim of it just a
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Light seen as sunlight through a Japanese shade
Red through many of their mouths, and often their hair
but also spots of a duller red on the back of this
gentleman's coat and the back of his head
The woman stares at him without smiling
from thre
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as if someone had spilled a bag of perfect diamonds on the world.
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Most of life, it
turns out,
is pathetic.
Very little is funny.
We have to generate our
own laughter.
Canned laughter
may have to do.
Even if we have to carry
the can around our neck
like a Saint Bernard
or strapped to our
hip
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“Look them straight in the eye, keep your mouth shut unless spoken to, and make no sudden moves.”
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It was the early 80's My students carried / guns.
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I hate turnstiles and revolving doors
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(...) I know my eyes are shut and I’m on the kitchen floor but I see her and I’m not confused. (...)
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