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Watch me sleep. Say I'm lovely, marbled-white. Pretend my forest is other to me. Pretend I am what you have made me. The sugar-almond starlet. Your virgin. Your treasure to break into. Believe me unconscious. It is you who are the dreamer. Look how those thorny…
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And you know that notion just goes to show...
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You are lonely. Let me tell you about the smell of the rain.
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a question that (never) left
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He had the cannonball head of Hemingway, the stump neck, sloping shoulders and barrel chest.
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AFTER DINNER Another cycle gone, wasted. She stares into her bowl of full-fat ice cream (just half a cup a day, every day, for fertility). Beside her sits her husband, building a sundae. When he's done she reaches over, picks the cherry off the top, and hurls it into the…
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I still believe in the very slim chanceI might say something luckyenough to reach your truest insides, your at homespirit, that you will hearand understand ascare on my part, evenif you can never quiteidentify me asits secret sender, that warm…
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“I take him to see all those sexy movies,” she said, “because it puts the passion back in him. I love what he does to me when we get back home after those movies.”
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A behind the scenes look at the character designs of the Arcana Magi Universe.
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As I stood in my mother’s closet with my niece Chloe, and read the letter aloud, I was shocked to discover I had shared with my mother details about my love life.
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Alysia never said a word as she rested her body on Suzaku’s feathers. She felt the wings cover her like a blanket. It brought memories of her mother doing the same as they watched a movie together on the couch.
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“Can you do something about that those four stanzas of three lines each at the bottom of the basement steps?” my wife asked.
"That's a villanelle I'm working on."
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You are fishing in a coffee cup. (Your fishing pole is a record player.)
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She...learned the ways of men, especially foreign men, who eyed her mother even as they passed around pictures of their children, wallet-bound photographs that included their reluctantly smiling wives.
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Tuesdays she worked afternoons at the bookstore, and he’d secretly go, buy a large order, sit in a corner with a newspaper. Fries covered in vinegar, veins of ketchup.
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when unicorns took to flight / the poles shifted / the world flooded / and Pangaea busted open like calloused palm
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Well, I turn the car off, the song turns off, I gather all of my stuff, turn off my lights, inevitably drop something as I’m getting out of the car, shut the door, lock the car, fumble for my house key, walk up the stairs, unlock the front door, set my
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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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“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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You like your life. Ducks march in a row. You've reached a certain age but you're strong. Healthy. You've got food, clothing, shelter. You have insurance and important papers. You don't have a man in your life, and you admit— Admit nothing. The…
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One of the runners was collecting bags of dead animals to bring back to the van. Nicholas looked inside one of the bags, but all he saw was a stringy mess of fur and tissue.
The runner grabbed the bag from Nicholas. He shrugged and said "hammers.
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I turn my head. Time starts running.
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He would lean on his window sill in the evening and watch the whores. They wore gaudy clothes and too much makeup.
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“What’s a hushpuppy?” 264 asked 118, who knew three words of English.
118 said, “No.”
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There is a tall and leafy tree in our backyard. Also a bride, a groom, and a chicken.
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Let's be honest. Ugly people have an uphill battle in this culture. From the time they slide out of their ugly mothers they stand at the plate with two strikes.
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I slide my hand under the sheets. It’s cool there. An impression. This is where she would be.
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"Isn't it time to remove the nails, and put Jesus to rest once and for all," Mary asks.
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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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You may gather from me
the spring of my youth
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