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Dear Vagina,You are my oldest and dearest friend. We have been through so much together, haven't we? I remember the first day I really got to know you. It was about eighteen years ago. I thought I was dying, but it turns out I wasn't. …
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“How’s the Pinto running?” Sean says. It’s been awhile. Maybe Darcy won’t remember him.
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The world moves its roving glass eye around in front of you like a dog trying to flip over a frisbee, as if trying to show you how the loveliness of all things here and yet there, from an anything goes, different, always shifting,…
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“Skip the obsequies,” he said. He meant “flattery” but he’d been taking a “30 Days to a More Powerful Vocabulary” course.
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I squeeze the soft bag tighter between my legs.
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They take her cookies
they take her Coke
they take her Kleenex
the whole box
not the used ones
They take, they steal
everything
They’d take the brain
out of an ox
if they could
Diamonds they steal
bars of soap
as long as they
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All through their descent sequence K’var had nervous premonitions.
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And it struck me. You needed to be on the side of a milk carton. 2 percent of course.
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I'm waiting in line for the only bathroom in this bar while my mother is dying somewhere. I don't know where. I have to piss really bad. An obese Cinderella is in front of me and a zombie with ample…
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It amazes me that with everything this woman has to be depressed about, what really gets her down is an inadequate lounge chair.
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Because she is waiting, seated on my hotel bed, making comments about my sonic white toothbrush being a vibrator, telling me she's bi, gorgeous with her poly-amorous discussion and long brown curling hair, with her fawn-like face and delicate breasts, wit
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She stroked the piano softly with one hand and I shivered. Maybe it was the keys singing or the way her eyes were closed forcing her to feel her way to right spot or the sex in her voice. Maybe it was just in my head.
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The story begins ... There were no pigs' huts of straw or stick or stone.
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Rerunning, now it's published.
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Now, both the feline and the infant have abstractly different levels of cognitive function. But, they both share one thing in common. Neither of them have trained eyes. Sometimes, both the cat and the baby will track the same invisible object across the r
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All carcinoma/
would be hors d’oeuvres/
for its dark appetite.
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He told me to count backwards from 10. I was out by 8. He was now in complete control of my life – what a helpless situation.
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The following is an excerpt of my commencement speech at The Hamlin Refrigeration Vocational Institute. Although I am NOT terminally ill, in all honesty, I haven’t been feeling all that great since, I would say, around April…
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Brian takes off his size eleven shoe and shakes it out on the table.
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Amish-like, between the sheets.
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A toothy grin greets me at my Public Storage counter. He visits every week. Peering through the wire first, he opens his cage door, gaze lingering. Finally he departs. Nothing ever placed or removed. Emptiness, that looming…
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Minerva one night had a change of plans, for Mr. Wright knocked on her door in the form of a potbellied perv with a Vaseline mustache.
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My life is life in shape alone./
The substance leaks away like blood/
removed by the embalmer’s art.
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Every few days, on one of our walks, the dog and I go down to a shallow, quick river...
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The explosions sound like gunshots. Antonio Gattorno, absorbed in his work, flinches. He curses as he smears the brush across the canvas. He’s been painting since mid-morning. It‘s a hot summer day. Tomorrow is the fourth of July.
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Don’t rub me out now, not tonight. Or if you do, do it right.
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He wanted to walk in, take off his scrubs, and not have to look at pictures of peaches.
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Sylvia used his computer to write two-page stories about women who killed themselves with blue pills because the shirts came back from the laundry unpressed and their husbands stayed out late with secretaries. Every story ended with the image it began.
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