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I am coming to understand how many memories of my father involve him, driving
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I want to read a story that ends unhappily ever after: one where the bad guy wins and no one gets the girl.
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She could live there forever, in that smokey memory...
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Nora never dated Scandinavians.
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Just stay at home woman, and do your job /
wash those dishes, mama, its what I pays you for
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An ice block heart
rushed home to the beat of its melt.
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There was nothing on the lake but a / faint sailboat and a shadowy gull.
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I flip up my hoodie, pull the string tight across my lips until it cuts into them, pull tighter, saw back and forth until blood warms the hairs on my chin.
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they'd turned into humans overnight
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I would ask for your name/if your tongue wasn’t in my mouth.
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Boys of summer in Yonkers played stickball and baseball.
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Dandelions wither as I approach and the grass dies under my feet.
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109521
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Terry worked in a factory out in Northlake where she added a little squirt of milk and another little squirt of cream to those tiny half-and-half coffee creamers you find at every motel in the country. The owner of that factory hired only women to work
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He had a country house, she said, but it was near the city. She said the house was about as old as he was and she loved it— from the wood-framed windows to the heavy wood doors... to the garden on the side of the house
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I should have created a first-date questionnaire heartaches ago.
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Mr. Lowell knelt down and put his face in his hands, his knees quickly covered in blood. Sobs.
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She was just a small dog with a big heart.
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In distant climes ’cross landlocked plains,
where history digs still-shallow roots,
From masonry a statue looms
And in her arms gay pigeons roost.
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Listen to chickadees. Join / LinkedIn.
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The clacking ventilator reminds me of ice cubes rattling in your highball...
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1434135
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The Fuddy-Duddy Writer does not do wit.
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It’s that laugh of hers that gets me...
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I didn’t have toothpicks. You looked at me as if it summed up everything about me.
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My sadistic doctor was the only one laughing . Yes sir, I was officially, cordially, confirmed to meet that Irish/ Russian fellow…Colon Oscopy.
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The snake was fang-less and so had to choke her, making the kill bloodless and drawn out, just the way she liked it.
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She refuses to let her eyes cry. Her eyes played tricks on her and showed her one thing was really another. They don't deserve to cry.
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in the pink distance / a boy in a corduroy shirt / sits before an upended electrical spindle / and drinks a vodka gimlet
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The one he liked best was a middle aged woman who didn't wear underwear. She had a terrific figure.
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She wants her mother back and all I can give her is this—over and over. She doesn't want my mouth, wants no kissing anywhere even. Just this. Like this—quiet and rough. Quiet because her stepfather is napping in the bedroom next to…
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and to adorn my hair I chose every kind of light
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