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When I squint at her from across the table I can see the waveforms created by her carrier signal.
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chet baker shades my eyes
rippling through the cool water
sometimes we feed the fish
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Mama hung them everywhere. It started with just a few, in our apartment and outside on the brick. She made walls into windows.
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“They picked me up in their spaceship about noon,” Austin Grantham says to me while pulling up an apple crate to use as a stool.
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“Last night the Scots invaded Sweden,” I wrote, “to retrieve the silver filched from the Irish the Norwegians had in their coffers when Sweden conquered. The Swedes offered the Nobel to a Scots writer to keep ... the peace."
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Only strong personalities can endure such size, the weak ones are extinguished by it.
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True love may last forever, but the most I've ever gotten out of a lab assistant is two years, five months, three weeks, twelve days, and fifteen hours. And he was the exception.
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You just watch, the schoolteachers’ll be next and then you’ll see shit go down. Imagine what happens when a fifth-grader sees his teacher getting frog-marched through a crowd on YouTube.
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I had felt suddenly lighter and next thing I knew I was watching Leonard Tucker and Sister William from somewhere near the ceiling. I saw myself, too, at my desk, holding my songbook out in front of me like everyone else.
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Doc and I talked for several hours. When I told him Mona was pregnant, he turned his head and looked at me. “Who's the father?” he asked. Don't know, I said. Mona didn't know, either.
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I talk wands and magic and how women aren't supposed to care,
but I do, and she talks length and girth.
Her fiancé has neither,
she makes an illustration with her pinky
and says that if they don't marry within the year,
she's dumping his ass
and we
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I know now, how she moves without verbs
after you crushed her into the river.
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pluck me from the charred grate
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My favorite was a red bowler, a man's hat, which I never dared wear outside my tiny bedroom. My three brothers wanted it too much to take that kind of a risk. They'd poke me with various sharp objects: the serrated edge of the bread knife, the rusted TV
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"I sighed heavily. 'Goddamn it...' I spat under my breath. 'Every motherfucking time..."
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Borges must be so proud somewhere
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Out the window is an empty birdbath, dry flaky concrete ring, no birds.
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the boredom inherent in living in the suburbs
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There's a mirror in front of me and I thought it was so I could see myself, but I didn't want to see me.
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I rummage around to see which of our many countertop appliances might do the trick. Yogurt maker? No, I need something with more muscle.
The Cuisinart--just the thing! I pick through the detachable blades—where’s the isotope shredder?
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Years After she can go home.
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On the table the image is by Chardin but the puzzle is by someone else and that is what he has dumped out of the box.
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It was only when blood began to drip onto the page that he realized he'd been hit.
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For some, a vertical pattern will evoke prison bars, for others, product bar codes.
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I need a different storage solution
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I screwed my courage to the sticking point and asked him if he had shot down any Japanese airplanes. He grinned at me. “One,” he said.
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Often we sit in silence and age. We are observers of dust, fashioning ourselves into antiques.
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I watched as the light fled
from your eyes,
No slowly dimming lamp,
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I remember the tan guinea pig, dead of dehydration. Through the wire bars of her cage I viewed her body. She lay stiff on her side, stretched out, as if in her guinea-pig dream she had been running through grassland, open and close to the sky.
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He wasn’t there for the beginning or the end. In the beginning, he was still a wild thing. Nothing more than a voice in the chorus of the Dark Continent, back when it was a thing of terrible beauty and attracted people like the old man; people who breathe
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