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Her letter ends with her best words: No one will ever love you like I do. Beneath, she draws a heart, sad eyes, two jewel tears. Yours forever, Dawn. Hole by hole, not to wake her sister, she pulls the paper free, creases, folds again, then cuts…
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"The cops are just doing what they're being paid to do."
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The Zoomba quivered in anticipation as the front door shut.
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This is the best kind of crime scene.
Spattered like gore from gunshots,
I'm left covered in trace evidence.
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I hate math. I hate everything about it.
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Jane watched her mother remove her wedding ring with butter.
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The Bond Trader begins his morning with coffee and a hit of LSD.
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His body echoed in the mirror/
cracked into distant images
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It's possible I was having an acid flashback or some kind of semi-conscious when I opened the door of #3.
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for a handful of weeks/ my father took me to/ the college of art and design/ downtown/ where i took drawing lessons./
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"You're publishing too much too / quickly. We think that's unhealthy. We want you / to slow down. You're becoming a fame whore."
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. . . and the last thing you’ll smell will be new-cut pine.
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“Life cannot continue at a breakneck pace, because it is breaking too many necks,” the Health Czar told the President.
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My glasses fog up every time I go to collect her from the pool. I'll never get used to glasses. When my sight got suddenly worse the day she was born, I didn't tell anyone. As she turned from baby to child, my love for her grew, and my world got smaller,
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And here you are. Before your time. Behind the glass.
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“The price of everything's gone up,” I say. “But I don't have to buy you chocolate if it's costing too much.” She says nothing and bends her head again, gnarled hands slowly breaking a family-sized chocolate block into pieces.
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pressing my hands into the voice in the bed,
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You have been my woman’s lover now for
seven years, ever since your two souls met
at La Isla Negra.
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He pushed aside the netting and trained the flashlight on the dripping courtyard. Rivers ran off the wide pinanona leaves, surged through fissures in the crumbling wall.
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When she awoke in her yard, she poured what was left of the rum into the dead grass. The man beside her lay with fingers curled, a claw she’d found wedged up her skirt when she woke. Tom, she said, his name nonsense, tongues. Might as well have been any
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Six kinds of crazy, he said. That told me everything. It told me enough.
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Eating Grief at Bickford's · From Allen Ginsberg's “Kaddish” There are no places anymore Where I can sit at a threadbare table Pick at the crumbs on my plate And wipe The white dust From my pitch …
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"a.k.a. I-D-I-O-T" (The Hives).
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"From up here the city lights burn like a thousand miles of fire," he croaked, his voice scratchy from sobbing. In pinpoints of illumination he imagined his wife - *former* wife - Calli in that Mustang convertible he'd gotten her for a birthday surprise
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MIDNIGHT all day. Bleak December. A chiaroscuro, snowing blackbirds.
(Pas de cinq mille, in B minor.)
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He kissed her tits and thought of art
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When the scrapbook came out this time, I noticed a photo I hadn't seen before, the Baroness with her arm around the waist of Princess Diana. A lavish display of blooms towered behind them.
"Did you know her?" the florist asked.
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What happens in heaven stays in heaven.
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Our next door neighbor is in love with his cat. His wife sits in our kitchen crying her eyes out.
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