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But the best thing about Rebekah
was the way she floated always
beneath the scent of woodburn
and dusty Middle America,
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The fish would need a name, but she didn’t know how to tell if it was a boy or a girl. Did fish have penises?
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Defy the impulse to grow beyond/
your means and the means of the/
place where you lie at night.
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"I sighed heavily. 'Goddamn it...' I spat under my breath. 'Every motherfucking time..."
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It's true. I like to walk on the ceiling. But please. Don't hold it against me. The ceiling is cold. Nobody lives there. Just a spider. A curious arachnid. She lets herself down sometimes. If I'm on the bed, trying to sleep, staring at the ceiling, watching her…
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A new philosophy stirs in its surgery.
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paper cuts, an old film unraveled
from its reel, risking exposure.
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She called it phantom energy. She said it was costing us money every month. A few cents here and there, sure, but it all added up.
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“Yes, Mother, of course I’m still single. No, I haven’t joined the Army. No, I’m not moving back home.”
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In the hotel lobby, the gold light and warmth and flower arrangements were all lies, but they reminded us of spring. We imagined happiness. We checked in.
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I was at Mike's place when the call came. My brother sounded so accusing that I wanted to punch him in the face. But he was way upstate. "Dad died today," he said, as if I could have somehow known or prevented it. It was sudden. A heart attack. He was…
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She drinks a chocolate martini. I fold myself up and slide into her pocket.
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Tsunamis are quiet at first:
not one big wave but many
small injustices, so chaotic
all the pressing all the weight
of the noise, like a stone
holding you under.
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A horizon shrinks a burden until it’s a seagull getting fat off vinegar fries. I’m in love with the way your mouth moves when you aren’t talking. When it fills with salt.
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I am falling, falling out of my body,
falling like midnight onto mice.
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The man looked at him for a moment, as if he didn’t understand him, “Mr. Wallace, you have a genuine miracle in your bathroom. This isn’t something that just wraps up.”
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I saw the shiny dime . . . .
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That summer crawled with them, insects of every denomination: cicadas caught by the cat, wingless, came to rest in the roots of the garden we planted; sudden swarms of dragonflies...
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"We're practicing," she signs, "for an earthquake."
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There are many ways to cope effectively with your life after a Les Miserables run, and everyone is different, but here are some things that have helped others work through the process.
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If I seemed disappointed after our conversation,
then, for the record, that was never the case.
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I recalled the one night stand I'd had with the girl one balmy summer night in Minneapolis. We lay on my bed in the moonlight, and I touched the nipples of her tiny breasts with the thumb and pinkie of one hand.
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I am the boy with the olive skin who takes pictures of lewd sex acts performed by nobodies on stage at the Rock Creek Lodge Testicle Festival in Missoula, Montana.
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Last night in the shower, I felt only vaguely aware that something in me had changed.
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She smacked his back a couple of times with the flat of her hand
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yet fiction, despite contrary reports, from two ends of the American spectrum, does not mean lies, in my HUM
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for he shall inherit your dream.
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Harvey C. Hamby was drunk. Usually he held his liquor well, but tonight he was off his form. Stumbling over an ottoman, he landed on the floor in a sodden sprawl. As he fell, his left foot shot out behind him and socked Glenda Steinberg in…
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