| 2599  41  18   
 | Tap shoes are the portal to the opening of heavens that will ignite me with the highest voltage of electricity, give me the gift I was meant for at birth. Prophecy. | 
		
		
			| 2146  33  18   
 | Chelsea's breasts are more the size of tangerines, but he likes them. He likes that she smells like Fruit Loops and that her front teeth overlap slightly. Her mouth is glossed. He slips his tongue inside.  | 
		
		
			| 2661  23  16   
 | ... I know all about ax murderers because Elmo, my uncle by marriage to my sister who never had any sense was one. He done killed six women in a farm outside of Topeka in the space of they say three minutes, including my sister and her bingo friends . . . | 
		
		
			| 1726  17  7   
 | After not going out for weeks, I went to a bar and met an electrical engineer, a motorcycle racer who raced in the Black Hills, a Renaissance man, in a relationship with a young married woman, and I told him about the toad. | 
		
		
			| 2179  26  18   
 | I am complicit in the darkness | 
		
		
			| 3375  27  13   
 | Co-written with Bobbie Ann Mason
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			| 2283  22  17   
 | I stare, out a dirty window, / into the sanitary blackness. | 
		
		
			| 3567  26  19   
 | For my father, my best buddy. | 
		
		
			| 3054  16  18   
 | Every year people came from as far away as Des Moines and Halifax for Elephant Day. They came to see the elephants.  | 
		
		
			| 2534  20  19   
 | A portrait of my sweetheart drawn while she is asleep: a passed-out angel illuminated by the light of dawn coming in from the bathroom window, one of her shoes missing. | 
		
		
			| 2869  16  21   
 | “I found out the most amazing thing,” Mike said.  “I used to be like everyone else.  But I sent away for a DNA test where they trace your ancestry.”   | 
		
		
			| 1190  14  7   
 | The fuckers tumble  out of the bathroom like clowns from a tiny car. The girl has these  huge tits and dark red hair. She rushes past me, smelling like  chocolate. A guy's behind her, holding onto the back of her jeans.  He's not good looking enough to… | 
		
		
			| 4640  14  12   
 | ...the job was easy, just pour and deliver, pour and deliver. | 
		
		
			| 1058  29  18   
 |                It was in the last  expulsion/explosion (theories differ) that we became OneWith. Tsunami. Seism. Zud. All matter cast out outcast came back  like a gangster on crack.    What did it think it was? Who do we  think we are?     It thinks we think it thinks… | 
		
		
			| 2514  23  17   
 | I watch my mother
No longer beautiful or charming
Her left arm shaking
Her mind a gone thing no longer doing her wrong
Wandering away from me in the mall
To kiss the hands of strangers... | 
		
		
			| 368  27  18   
 | Sleep shall take you where plutonium
Stars the drinking pools with light. | 
		
		
			| 1701  27  19   
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			| 1974  27  19   
 | “There’s an ill energy that emanates
from your precise heart that I find attractive” | 
		
		
			| 2362  21  16   
 | A favorite place doesn't always offer comfort. | 
		
		
			| 1819  20  18   
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			| 7291  21  14   
 | Nostradamus died of gout on a Friday evening. He would be the first person in history to die of complications relating to gout. Spiked rods of crystallized uric acid pushed their way through his synovial fluid just as he composed a quatrain about the end | 
		
		
			| 2531  33  17   
 | Fabio has a soul of passion. A beautiful soul of passion. His passionate soul was so beautiful the ancient stars shone upon him and made him look like ghosts at night.  | 
		
		
			| 1807  23  19   
 | Mack’s mind held a chandelier. | 
		
		
			| 1636  21  19   
 | The younger woman asked Scott if he loved Jesus. | 
		
		
			| 1801  27  18   
 | 1. The ghost that photographs my wife and me has a peculiar sense of   lighting. In this one, we are sitting at the kitchen table of our old   apartment. The table is made of glass. There is nothing on the table   except our elbows. She has lowered her head between her… | 
		
		
			| 493  21  17   
 | They sang and clapped and stomped shod feet on hardwood floor, the smell of man sweat and bomb-making thick as perfume. | 
		
		
			| 2469  34  14   
 | I loved my Dad. He was executed in 1967. He was guilty. | 
		
		
			| 3375  35  18   
 | the dream went by this way/
 i woke and held a cigarette/ 
the hudson wore winter white
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			| 259  25  16   
 | "What, you only like my funny stories?" | 
		
		
			| 1793  29  16   
 | a world of probability against plague |