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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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211341
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I think theorems and hypotheses
but all that comes out is punching and smashing
frustrated hate flows where I'd prefer to know love.
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Momo told me not to mind her, but I did. At night, after he'd tucked me in, I could hear him on the phone in the living room, talking for a long time. Early this morning he woke me up and gave me my backpack. ‘Put some clothes in here', he said. ‘We're going on a trip.'
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as long as you have some snacks up there
I can be brave
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2112106
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He kind of enjoyed living by himself. It was nice and peaceful.
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211154
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Often we sit in silence and age. We are observers of dust, fashioning ourselves into antiques.
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21102015
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over tea & saltineshe read melike an obituary
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211072
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A lowing cow cracked open the darkened room like the yawn of a gravid alien.
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2110117
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He was her summer fling, the first cock to crow when the sun rose over her tequila smile.
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211083
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When you last produced writing on a manual typewriter, was it before or after your first sexual experience, or maybe during? Manual or otherwise. Which do you recall with more enthusiasm...
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2109198
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You would think when a bowl hits a tree the sound would be fierce, a loud clatter as stoneware explodes on birch bark dispersing shards in daffodils and grape muscari, but the noise is gentle, a thudding clink like empty bourbon bottles rattling hollow in…
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pluck me from the charred grate
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210953
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Maybe God couldn’t find His bifocals, and that’s why my check for ten million hasn’t shown up yet. Maybe a stray dog in heaven ate my check. Maybe God went bankrupt like everyone else. Okay, so maybe at the end of life I’ll balance my checkbook.
I do
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21092514
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Did we get Jihadi John?/
And the highway to Mosul?//
What’s the score?
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210921
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A pale face was illuminated by the street light. A voice rasped, “Charlie?”
“Do I know you?”
“It's Bill.”
The side of his little brother's thin face
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210962
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her heart just nodded knowingly
....yes, dear
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210801
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Jimmy Gollihue awoke to the howling of a bloodhound, a long voice from up the mountain, and the baying of the dog pulled a keening lament from his dream of the highway.
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210800
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But there, up the street, just coming into the corner of the window, someone was in the middle of the road. Walking literally down the middle, dragging one leg like it was heavy or broken, carving a fat line next to the skinny one the good one made.
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21082310
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An Ayurvedic astrologer tells her that she is a child of India. Is a girl born in Indiana a mistake of just two letters on a Scrabble board?
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21081714
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When you move to the music of a woman
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210895
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. . . the greater length of the so-called “Montebaldi Corridor” can still be walked without the least exposure to direct sunlight as long as the traveler is not active from 9 am to 3 pm local time.
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The understanding we made was neatly wrapped up in its own blue tissue cocoon like a neatly rolled joint and dumped unceremoniously into the forgotten past like a plate of leftover digitized lies. The lid was slammed shut. Time passes too tightly. And you …
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210774
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She began guiding Penny’s arms, whispering movements through her body. Memory and experience sang through every fiber of their being. The song had become her life.
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2107247
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I watched as the light fled
from your eyes,
No slowly dimming lamp,
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...and 55 words to tell you about it.
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2107164
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Somewhere along tomorrow, I will forget I have the right to do this.
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210651
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unbury yourself from the silt and give me some seal love.
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2106147
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You were given blame for action as experience by cause and effect now. If you take apart blame and even forgiveness is too rigid. She thinks of that purpose as to give men sexual destiny.
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210696
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All of those lovelies, pitched on the ground, ignored and ready to rot.
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Rothko explored horizons,/
blurring figure and ground/
by omitting the figure.
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