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She feels ugly but ready for anything.
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You cheat with a stripper--joke I told to your wife. I didn't know that she couldn't take a goof.
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your matching glasses up to mine in the fake air anymore, or click your widening fingernails against the hard bed railings in protest of anything you might be feeling in the floating silt-like depths of your jagged nerves, but…
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She wears a green and pink bikini and walks real slow, poking her chest out so people will notice her.
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Once Mom finally came to terms with the fact that my brother was gay, she became convinced he was a serial killer. “He has all the signs,” she told me as she trimmed my hair. “Signs?” I asked, watching her in the…
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• Don’t confuse the virtues of bananas with the virtues of banana bread
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We left Louisville two weeks after daddy died...
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Let’s talk about Chattanooga, the cloud / mountains, the monastery bench, drunk / at sunset
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At work I recommended someone go to the Coca-Cola Museum in Atlanta. I told you about recommending it to someone.
“I always wanted to go back there,” I said.
“You did? You never told me,” you said.
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Ed wants to watch the last half of the football game. His wife wants him to mow the lawn.
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His toenails were so long they curled under and into the black leathery pads of his feet. They lightly clacked on our linoleum, tap shoes made of thick petrified roots. He didn't seem to mind.
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A lowing cow cracked open the darkened room like the yawn of a gravid alien.
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We wonder if this is how we tangled in our mother's womb: hands to feet to heart.
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I made my way quietly out back and sat in Helga’s whitewashed porch swing, listening to the first faint sounds of big band music drift out of Helga’s open windows and into the cooling summer air. The darkness was moving in slow from the east, interrup
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I sprinkle seaweed over the water and all twelve rise to feed. Two of them went down the hole but knew to come up. A toilet has mouths and caverns, not a bad place at all for fish.
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It’s late July, and I’ve just been given the assignment to cover Paganfoil’s ‘Warbird’ tour. To tell you the truth, I really loathe this assignment. I never, ever, EVER cared for hard rock or heavy metal or whatever they’re calling it this dec
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I peeled off a hundred. For the screwdriver, I said. The kid shook his head, made a pushing-away gesture. You need it worse’n I do right now, he said.
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The sun browbeat me relentlessly, like a one-eyed judge with an unforgiving heart.
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Why is the ghost of John Lennon haunting a house in rural Oregon?
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Wake up, stretch. Check the curtained windows for sunlight or
that dreaded grey frame that forces the covers to come back up
and the alarm clock to be set to ‘Snooze’.
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There was a time when she could quell the loathing that Fred inspired in her. She could force it down. Back then, for instance, when they’d been in counseling, the ball of hatred had only been a little, overripe orange - squishy and occasionally mushed
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No fear of that, / he assured her,
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They say ehmand for almond in the San Joaquin Valley.
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None of us ever thought this would happen.
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On a corkboard in the entryway of the Leetonia Shurfine Market a curling handwritten sign said Room for Rent. Kitchen Living Room Laundry Privlages. $65 Weekly.
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Don't sleep. Tiny orange Balloons like seahorses are bobbing This way and that trying To get your hair to lift Off its marvelously mud- Swamped and pillowy support beams, blue sea strand by green. Don't you want to see…
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“Can I?” Lily asked.
I gave her a nod. She tore at the package with greedy fingers. As the paper fell away to reveal yet another self-help volume, Lily cocked her head in a gesture of confusion and curiosity. Following her gaze to the lipstick-red
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“I found a recipe on the net and now my hair smells of pumpkin.”
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I'm trying to read a Poetry in Motion poem on there wall of a crowded electric train
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He had the cannonball head of Hemingway, the stump neck, sloping shoulders and barrel chest.
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