68984
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Back then he raced, grinding gears and skimming the edges of death.
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689107
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His self-assurance says/
he’s practiced in the art/
of self-deception
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688159
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68831
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It happened almost overnight. There were long lines of cars at every filling station. There was anger, open hostility. Cars were backing into one another in line, trying to jockey for position. I don't think anyone could believe this was really happening
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68873
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We wished it had been murder./
It’s easier to hate for hurtfulness/
One you never knew.
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68821
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I was at the doctor’s office
They had a poster of the Mona Lisa
and the caption underneath it read:
“Why is this woman smiling?”
Well, it wasn’t because she was over 50
and had yearly mammograms
It was because she was 20 something
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68800
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I remember meeting this famous rock musician once, when I was in real estate. He could be such a jerk. It seems like the famous ones always are. He saw my friend Susan talking to herself in the kitchen at a party where we were. “That woman is never alon
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68820
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I knew this woman would come up eventually. She used to wait on us at Villa Nova, while a bunch of us sat drinking
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68831
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LOL? What does that mean? It’s showing up like everywhere.
You make me LOL? Is that equivalent to puke, do you think?
But no, they would have said: you make me want to LOL.
And I’m like HMB, you know, Holding My Belly,
To Keep From Puking. TKFP.
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68843
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I am the man who was fired from a thousand jobs
I was the model you saw pointing at the gleaming red Maserati
At the Miami Art Fair, as if you did not already see it
I was the girl named Calorie in that infamous diet commercial
I was the boy named
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68821
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It seems a little solipsistic/
but may indeed be evidence of God//
given its mystery and caprice.
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68800
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“Yes. You should probably bring her in.” This was what the receptionist from the Metropolitan Veterinary Hospital told me. My dog, Goldie, had a bloody nose and was breathing heavily.
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68877
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Times were tough. They met out on the right-of-way on Highway 61 heading south, each trying to hitch a ride to New Orleans where they might find work. Albert walked up to her lugging a saxophone in a scuffed up case. Mamie had old cloth suitcase. After handshake bona fides…
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68810
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6871811
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When I saw that Chez Panisse was serving crawdaddies (the menu called them crayfish, but I know a crawdaddy when I see it), I relaxed. I didn't eat the ugly creatures when my brother fished them out of irrigation ditches back on our farm near Roswell, and
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68721
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There was still another, in 1971. That would have been this girl who had been a student of mine at that little Midwest college (her name escapes me right now.) She came out to Laguna Beach one time when I was already living up in Santa Cruz, and we saw
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68700
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...classic rock vibrating the walls...
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6871813
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After her grief had subsided, the wife felt immediate relief. / Suddenly she was free to abandon or pursue loneliness
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68775
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I'm hearing a noise. I can't see it. It's hiding and seems to be coming from the other side of the creek. With boots on I slowly wade across. The water makes its light lapping sounds. Reaching the bank, I search for the noise. It must have a face, suntanned and warm, that I…
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68733
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The next thing I knew, the waiter was
pouring wine into all our glasses.
“How did you know we needed
more wine?” I asked.
His face grew red as he smiled,
“Many years of co-dependency, honey.”
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68700
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He was sitting in the library, slipping the pistachios nuts between his wet lips.
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68600
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It was Christmas Eve. Time for the ghost to visit. Just one ghost in this story. The ghost of a Christmas past. Just one Christmas for just one ghost.He looked out the window. Under the distant streetlight the snow was falling. He turned on his porch light. …
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68600
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A cruel reminder of his irrelevance to the world of law, a world he had probably ruled for over 40 years.
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68600
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Maybe in some lie you told, your life began making sense. Not mine. But your quiet beauty may be what carries you. We have to both quit eating Couch Potato Chips, and read the book Tender Is the Squid, instead. Your ghosts – they’re so soft and sensitive.
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68620
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You can’t know everything you want to know, about anyone. (Especially about me!) You can’t even know everything you want to know about Sharon, and I probably know more than you do. In fact, I’m sure I do. For instance, did you know about that guy
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68677
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Looking back now, examining from a distance the sequence of events I failed to connect as anything beyond queer happenstance...
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68632
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In the mirror an owl staring you in the face once again,/a fraught fragment of life’s puzzle. But you pretend it’s. . . .
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68510
|
The rocks are hot along the East RiverBelow hazy skies sent from Jersey Traffic.Pigeons peck at pieces of detritus,Walking calmly by pedestrians passingThrough the park during their allotted lunchHour. A girl with a strange frame —As if her ribs fused with her hips…
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68500
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I stayed by the idiot king in his box, never ranging far, never letting the box out of my sight.
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68520
|
and lie down naked in my bed on her back, with her hands frozen at her sides like a deflowered virgin in the Gauguin painting “The Loss of Virginity,” almost breastless, and wait for me to lick her sopping until she almost came, but she could never quite
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