958 7 6
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If she weaves words that are true enough
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95865
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That was the year I got my Daisy bee-bee gun for Christmas....
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95811
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“You want me to come out there and repossess that froofy coffee you’re drinking?” he snaps, sending Corrallo up the steps and onto the street to lick his wounds.
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95786
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When I asked her about her husband, she laughed.
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95731
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She also, wearing the requisite Hawaiian lei in this naked wedding photograph, but her low-swung breasts were hanging all the way down to her navel. Her navel itself appeared to be about as round and deep as a shot glass. There was this smear of gaudy flu
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95721
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The boys back in the rental office must be wondering why we haven’t left yet. Maybe they thought we just wanted to sit in the car and listen to music.
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95743
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On the phone I asked my mother how she was doing.
“I’m getting old,” she said. “Going slow. But getting there. I’m ninety-four!”
My mother was always 94, when she was really 93. I remember she was 93, right after she turned 92. And 92 when she was
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95711
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Outside the lattice of snow suspended in the air comes with traces of the glitter that was in her hair.
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95732
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No matter how many times
flies land on butter
they will never become
butterflies
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95710
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Split streams displace a spliced and shattered walkman with no connection of its dead batteries, projected into Styrofoam and plastic mirrors before hitting the brook water. Michael finds way, out of breath, eclipsed by an elm, his eyes visible with pupil
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9561110
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"Is a dream a lie if it don't come true, or is…
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95600
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what happens to literature's characters when their readers traverse the veil?
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95620
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1. There is a crowd of people walking to a field and since there are over forty of them, the conversations become divided and then subdivided in accordance w/natural rhythms. I follow behind. It is a football game. Makeshift. Twenty aside roughly. Almost every…
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95622
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Here is a blank space soft and white like paper extended indefinitely.
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95611
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In the morning that same girl I’d seen gave me a tangerine...
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95652
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Sometimes he made a corny joke and smiled. The gold in his tooth glowed like
sunshine. He was the most important man in my life.
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95633
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My lover passes the healing comb
through the hair of my soul
during the night
as she retouches my youth
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95500
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The last time I was with Terry, she surprised me by crossing herself just before we had sex. She too had been going out with this Mario pimp, with his ski boat out on Fox River. The guy who was going around sniffing after most (if not all) of my old gir
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95597
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No one believed me when I told them this: I took all of my novels and tossed them into the fire.
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95433
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I am an animal on display in an old fashioned zoo - trapped & violent, violent, violent
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95421
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don’t let them take away our youth, even if we have to beat the paint out of birds the way we did when we were young. I knew we could do anything, so let’s go back into that world and describe the new dawn all over again, even if we have to use the frozen
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95495
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954127
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“Hrrumph!” was almost audible as she turned/
to sniff behind the chifferobe for fresh/
green trophies.
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95431
|
If it had a surface, he painted it purple. If it didn’t have a surface, he painted it purple.
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95431
|
The only thoughts that come are old ones that are so needy they keep circling through for attention
|
95421
|
A reddening? A certain swelling, a little passion among them, is there? What lips would not have given what they could, to speak more boldly, more fondly of you now? But now the country is fastened to arrogance, welded to it in an evil way, wanton with violent…
|
95300
|
Mine lasted 90 days. But don't they all? After we made love the first time, it was early November, I remember, some internal part of me shot upward with a laughter that would not stop. Something…
|
95362
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That new rain smell in your backyard, specifically I remember that, with you. And lying in the grass in a park with you on the 4th of July, maybe in Lombard, watching the blue/grey smoke of the fireworks drifting overhead after they went off, and the sm
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95200
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It is always midnight in my heart; / and melancholy advances from handsome men / only take place in my mind...
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95254
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In an area of high winds
and strong convictions, I have
lived among the ever-changing crowd
that is always the same.
I must have died overnight,
and now my wings are
flapping in my own face.
I used to be an owl,
a night owl, to be sure
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