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Every Friday night she gets liberated at The Haymarket Square doing a bunny hop or a do si do with ex-members of The Saint Augustine Women's Choir. She remembers how as kids, shy or awkward in dresses, their voices formed the harmony, the flight of something V-shaped…
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The dump smelled of the chaos of creation, of rusting metal and burned glass, chemicals and rancid rainwater, wet cardboard and rotting wood, paint slaking off clapboards and drums.
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unbury yourself from the silt and give me some seal love.
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Night fell and the photographer slept, one hand between Prue's legs.
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Millie was a good woman, Bobby said. A good Christian woman. Well, I said, you can’t hold that against her.
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locking the door against dangerous//
human curiosity and forgetfulness.
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And by God he made it to heaven! St. Peter waved him on in...
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Inside my high-rise studio apartment there are only three locations where Crane Man can't see me. The bathroom is one—although he watches me go in and he watches me come out. Crane Man does a lot of watching. Sometimes it seems he spends more time looking…
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Train travel is listed as a possible cause for deep vein thrombosis, a condition that causes blood to clot in the legs. Ray did not tell me this, but I looked it up later, remembered the disability status on his Charlie Card.Baclofen is not used for the treatment of…
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A bank bag now hung from those teeth—yellow-gray rancid, decaying teeth, strands of tobacco chew laced in between. Those thin pen mark lips could not hide the teeth’s keyhole spaces, shaped by open cavities—the bank bag hung from those teeth. The me
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Take it from inside you and draw it out. Do it before it decides you are not what you seem to be and, as a result, holds you up by the thumbs.
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[marbles] [blither-blather] [blarg]
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the heat and energy it takes
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"Why so ornery?" she asked.
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...you pile into your Mercury and barrel down the street, the air smells like sea, the night goes forever...
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Four in the morning. I was awake because I'm always awake. There were little fog-halos around the streetlights.
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Ai did not know what to do, nor say. She did not want Manami to suffer anymore than she already has.
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Imagine the poem written with a pistol at your head.
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You hear the thrum of blowflies first...
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No fear of that, / he assured her,
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On some evenings, when I would sneak out of my room, I'd sit on the verandah and count the streetlights. I'd count the stars in the sky and trace the moon with the tip of my finger and consider how anyone could make it through the night when there were so
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by the time he's moves onto knives, she has appeared in next door's window: sliver of nut-pale belly, fingers wet with suds, nails painted bright as glitterballs.
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You’re ridiculous. Time travel is impossible, Steven.
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You want to read, you know where to click.
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A forgotten sprinkler is going in a neglected flower garden, water overflowing the bent wood borders and flooding the ground on either side.
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Sophie is a cat. I tell you this upfront so as not to get you all wound up about moral angst, Nazi's or a mother's love.
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I suppose the lazy trees would have a thing or two to say about love
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Do you want an ass mi Nina Bonita? I buy you jeans that work like a Miracle Bra for your behind.
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In every word there is both music and history. Music from the way sounds come into union with each other, and history in how they get there. There is form too, sure, but I am not a calligrapher. I'm a scribbler if anything. And so my sentences look mo
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