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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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His middle name was Perceval. He judged the first Miss America contest in 1922. He saw himself primarily as a storyteller in the Dickensian mode.He claimed to be an illustrator rather than an artist. He disliked driving but loved to walk, and preferred…
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187041
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I would ask for your name/if your tongue wasn’t in my mouth.
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187061
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At dinner in Marrakech, Namid danced on the table, waving a white napkin, propelled by jetlag and poor judgment.
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187000
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I, personally, just had no interest in having some pimply-faced moron stick his tongue down my throat.
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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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18702310
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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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187088
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The moon begins to rise over L.A.
while the roaches try to crawl up
the sides of the mountains surrounding the L.A. Basin.
While fires rage in the forests of the night,
here comes the moon over the horizon,
big and haunted, pock-marked and coo
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18691315
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We wonder if this is how we tangled in our mother's womb: hands to feet to heart.
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1869105
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I never killed a cop before.
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186910
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Morpheus dreams… […fairground atmosphere burlesque hand-operated steam organs calliopes cut and spliced reversed harmonium kaleidoscopic grotesque waltzing carousel…] PABLO FANQUE'S CIRCUS ROYAL Grandest Night of the Season! and positively the LAST NIGHT BUT THREE! being…
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186899
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I'm not interested in her that way.
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1868116
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Down South now means August cold snap,
the forties roaring my wool cap
off my head.
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18682016
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Just bring me his head, that cerebral kiln of hot, ruddy verbiage and cadence.
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1868104
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"I sighed heavily. 'Goddamn it...' I spat under my breath. 'Every motherfucking time..."
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186861
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I can feel the souls
of those who perished
here
They’re still here
like old kites
hanging in the sky
tattered, but they
won’t come down
or can’t come down
just yet
because they haven’t
fulfilled their
unborn promises
t
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186821
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...I told Uncle Lou I thought it (trans-gendering) looked like a thoughtful way of occupying the world. It was a personal triumph, for some individuals, over the destructive affects of denial. Besides, it hurt no one, and it didn’t destroy property. I alw
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18681912
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He held my little hand in his and guided it through the dirt.
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1867104
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3D is killing my porn career.
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186763
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No flinch, no stretch, no letting the cook get all golden about the chopping block.
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1867117
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On the bank of the stream, we take off our clothes and dash into the water.
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186620
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How curious that the thought arrived first in Portuguese; perhaps, after so many years, he was finally becoming Brazilian.
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186654
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Jacabo gave the boy a can of beer with oxycontin and rat poison in it. He instructed the boy to drink and talk. Jacabo did this, fully aware that making ghosts was a costly enterprise.
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186611
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Angelina Jolie, seducer of Brad Pitt, tattooed mother of rescued orphans, and the unlikely daughter of Jon Voight who broke Billy Bob Thornton's heart, is only two blocks from me, in a travel trailer on Seventh Street, gently rousing herself from sleep.
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186696
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The throw was the last leg of a triple play.
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1866104
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When we lived in the attic we were make-believe.
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18661711
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She drew her hands out of the chest cavity and looked at the clock.
‘Time of death,’ she said.
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Borges must be so proud somewhere
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