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I am bound behind the bars of my own domesticity, /
by this banana, and pea soup, and wilted cabbage
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carrion is no longer hauled away:/if the road killed it, it must be the road’s . . .
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BelizeIn Belize there is muddy water. Rivers turned brown from the silt and clay of the soil. Water that looks like chocolate milk but the kind of chocolate milk that came in a box like a juice box and not a carton. That type of chocolate milk.Belize comes from an old…
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I remember him saying something like: “Are you aware of how completely horrible you are as a human being?”
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In my dream I am the showy leaf, and you are the stem and you are the strength. I am the leaf turning colors, my face flushed, the blonde hairs at my neck, and there is the deep carnal twisting around your stem that sends me floating to the ceiling over
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He stood with his cardboard sign and watched the faceless occupants, watched for a car window to lower; there were few.
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Across the vacant vanished . . .
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“You know,” I said finally, “when I’m out in the waiting room, I get high blood pressure when you call my name.”
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Staring at my $10 All Star Breakfast with extra bacon
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this vaudeville world has turned all into stage— / the message appears on each screen and page: / every domain and institution—staged.
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The dead tongues chuckle/
in Etruscan
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Why, I ask myself, is a bathroom not a room?
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Well, guys like me, no family and no place to go, need someone to chew the fat with, without complications, especially after I get the news like I got from the doctor today,
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Jeff was unlucky.His first wife had been killed by his stalker a few years ago. When he first explained it to me, I had felt incredulous. Then I felt somewhat guilty for wondering who on earth would have been inspired to stalk him. The dead wife thing made me feel even…
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I just can't figure out why nothing terrible happened to me that night. Young, blonde, drunk American girl sitting on a dirty curb in the red light district of Nuevo Laredo, and everyone left me alone ... amazing.
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Two weeks later, on his way to a neighbor boy's house, Tim sees Tony on his way to the nearby convenience store.
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The first thing I realized I was hearing when I woke up from the land of nowhere was the brittle sounds of little frozen rods of rain crashing into the sliding glass porch doors relentlessly and cracking into tiny shards of split piles in…
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Just let there be that self-moving thing, a sweet girl mentioned by innocence in an off moment because of her skin, because of the way rain beads up on it.
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Intimacy is safer in the dark.
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http://fictionique.com/?p=16220
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Adam, bronze and lithe, runs laps on the beach
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For Algernon Afloat, on tidal difference's separated songs Let nothing spare her mention, still belongs That sterile tone mismissioned to my ear What love's illusion balanced most when throngs Of hummingbirds advanced, methinks, to hear…
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Demeter's daughter comes to her when swings From green turf, all that keener hearth, whose brown Had been more mournful, in its nuptial's crown, Than all the transit buds that seed each Spring: When I, or we, say lateness brings recall, Of…
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“I’ve seized a family’s satellite dish, I’ve put a lien on a guy’s blue tick hound–everything,” Suggins says with a laugh.
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a boy with a gun, a skateboard, and spray-paint
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Details may be missing from our lives, but you can fill them in any time you want. Fill up the cup again with me. Come in and be warm, anytime you want. Wine, women, song, whatever. I sat on the curb once, in Mexico, saying, “Give me your salads, your o
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the bay was littered with corpses
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“How do you know she’s crazy? Seems to me that’s a perfectly rational reaction,” she said without looking up at first, but then glancing at him with a sly smile.
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Wishes are like beautiful fishing lines Pulled tightly around us. My lungs are Full of them I suppose, hopelessly caught On something rough and deep in all the darkened places. Your smile for Me was one of those, if you must know. This swung…
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