2057 6 3
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At night, instead of sleep, there were new and secret pleasures. Half-awake lessons in dexterity, in the limber material of human life.
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2057 5 4
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I am a sunflower. I turn my yellow and black face, bruised, to the sun, hoping its light will heal me. With my eyes closed I can see my stamen, veins in my eyelids, bulbous where they intersect. The sun feeds…
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2057 14 4
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"What I need to wear the ring for," I said to myself, "I already got his last name..."
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2057 6 7
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“Too perfect.” my therapist intervenes in assurance, “You did enough, really. More than anyone else would.” I know the subtext is that I possibly did more than I should. My appointment is coincidentally later that day, after his goodbye letter arrives in
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2057 0 0
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Face it girls, you want to claw my eyes out, don’t you? Or whack me across my 36 DD’s with a golf club, am I right? Well don’t blame me if I’m young, gorgeous, full-breasted and obviously the cat’s meow.
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2057 8 4
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It calmed the guilt in my heart while kids reveled, laughed, and "made time" with the neighborhood girls on that final night of freedom.
No one would talk to those girls again.
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2057 10 5
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The waters rose / on the earth
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2057 12 11
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The other day I’m in the backyard with one of my kids, doing what he’s calling a training exercise, which is basically the two of us with flashlights, shinning the beams over the grass and up into the night to see what we can see.
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2056 5 3
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Somehow I always had to sit behind him. I remember because he had a constellation of skin tags on his neck. I thought about drawing stars on him; I thought about creating a new galaxy I would rule. I should have been learning math instead. I still can’t
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2056 9 6
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The phone owner pre-writes his or her dying words! The app stores them and releases them at the moment of his death!
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2056 7 3
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Like all professors, I'm required to maintain office hours to help my students so I'm at my desk every fourth Tuesday of months without an "r" in them from 10:30 to 11:00 p.m.
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2056 3 2
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This is what my summer has come to: me, out of a job, aimlessly driving around the city looking for places to write, places to read, places to occupy my time.
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2056 9 6
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All of those lovelies, pitched on the ground, ignored and ready to rot.
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2056 1 0
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Azure became silent. She never thought of her death before, nor thought about actually fighting creatures and saving people’s lives.
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2055 5 1
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unbury yourself from the silt and give me some seal love.
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2055 17 16
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"Why so ornery?" she asked.
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2055 14 5
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She asks if I would like to join them.
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2055 0 0
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I'm in awe of her frankness, how she takes my breath away, how I wish to rush off with her to a splendid hideaway where only the two of us touch the grape-stained mountains and the cerulean sea, wild blades of grass quivering with the breeze. Sometimes th
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2055 17 16
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Ed wants to watch the last half of the football game. His wife wants him to mow the lawn.
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2054 5 4
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Often we sit in silence and age. We are observers of dust, fashioning ourselves into antiques.
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2054 15 16
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You should be calling 911
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2054 9 7
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500 miles
all the way from Omaha
nine hours
on the back of a flatbed truck
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2054 11 7
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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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2053 24 16
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Veiled by tenuous clouds and dirty air,
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2053 1 0
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For Hector it was animals. Rats, dogs, fish, and quite often horses – sometimes even lions. But for Achilles, it was always dead bodies.
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2053 8 0
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What can I say about my brother, Stroman. We are twins and we hate each other. He is an honest, brave man with scruples. He is full of bullshit. He thinks I am morally twisted. He probably has a point there, but I don’t see what that has got to do with
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2053 0 1
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meanings figure into traffic streams reds fade, trickle down the long ‘V' another passing human ear; tall, tall buildings paper poised on horizon. situations gape in and out of seconds corners turn to disappearance, witness follows fingers…
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2053 15 14
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The mandatory is not / your friend
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2053 4 0
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Let whoever may read this know: I am an evil man, and I have done evil things.
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2053 7 0
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Who is the moron that invented the Snuggie?
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