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Last night in the shower, I felt only vaguely aware that something in me had changed.
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This is not a story you expect to end at Cape Horn.
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Ma tells me not to put a tampon between my legs. For fear of cotton fornication.
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The "Many Worlds" theory, applied.
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sooner or later you realize
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no one else comes in my back door but you
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Sometimes you can't sleep.
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I'm sitting here listening to Nebraska and it's / breaking my heart
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We didn't wear shoes in the summer, except for Sunday school and church. The soles of our feet were black and tough as shoe leather.
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I kiss his sunburned nose, so nice under the beach house. We hear the shower of palm leaves like wings getting ready. We talk about a time we'll no longer know each other, when he'll be sad in a bar in another state, slipping and sliding and petting lost dogs in the parking…
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I could love them all, your people, /
Learn their differences, speak their tongues, /
When there is no one there to hold you /
But me, my arms would be wide enough /
To hold armies of your need. Do not forget.
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Two-way conversation with God.
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In my innocence and young mind, I thought that kiss would mean that someday we would get married
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He ate husks of bone and old paper scraps with yesterday's headlines, blowing down the street like tumbleweeds now at four o'clock in the morning.He wrapped himself in an old army coat against the November winds as he tramped back and forth, back and forth, up the ten…
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Whole frogs are/
too difficult.
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all paths converge on Africa/
and Eden, and the fall from animal grace
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Toting a sawed-off shotgun at the altar
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I drove to you in April / and you loved me all through Illinois
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They sit, they create, they watch.
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People go through life all the time with only one kidney, or with some of their female-parts removed.
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Remember me? I am the large, dented acorn you threw at your brother, Ken, during the huge acorn war of 1969. You were thirteen. He was eleven. And the entire neighborhood was in your backyard that day. Steve, Jack, Jerry, Tom, Dan, Jeff, Drew. A bunch of the kids…
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I sink until water saturates my lashes, waiting, breathless, for the words to stop.
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The tapestry of time gets another stitch.
The countdown clock rolls forward.
The whole crazy picture gets a little bit
clearer.
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20662011
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...he thought often of the rollicking waves, of being pulled under, of being weightless and senseless...
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The psychiatrist was a man who clearly meant to calm his patients, the students. You could tell by his sweater and his neatly combed, plumy hair and the wire-rim glasses he wore. But he was not good at his job. You could tell this by how bad he was at cal
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“You wouldn't believe it.” Peter leaned in to whisper. “Don’t let the Kodak moment with the wife and kids fool you. That guy is totally gay.”
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Down South now means August cold snap,
the forties roaring my wool cap
off my head.
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Eventually, all the windows on the street went dark, each small house cloaking its occupants in a world unto itself, soundproofed and emotionally remote.
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