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I squeeze the soft bag tighter between my legs.
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I had a dream the daylight needed / repainting.
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I didn’t hear that Duncan Pratt had been killed until I’d been out of the Army for two weeks and had gone four days without a single thought about that final year in Vietnam.
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... must we turn again (and again)/
to an orchestra stripped of wind and drum?
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A girl stretched out on the long backseat of the Greyhound bus, her head resting on a bright pink overnight case decorated with colorful stickers announcing the places she intends to go: Paris Cairo Hong Kong Rome.
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They live on the edge of town. There is a cornfield behind their house. When the wind blows, it is like the hands of many children clapping.
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if you whisper your truths, they'll disappear
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It is late in the twentieth century and I'm on my hands and knees for you.
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She said she wanted to find a man who could appreciate a woman who gave great head.
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Ok so oops. I messed that up. I made it sexual when it was sweet. Oops. I swear it was the beer. Ok I lie. I always lie.
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That's what these companies do: swallow you whole and spit you out.
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The repair man is conscientious in this as he is with all things, light with his fingers and his tongue. His hair falls over his eyes as he works her.
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The boys' mother lived in a house two lawns from his, but she wouldn't bring him ice packs; she had her period, she said.
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She made them all watch ``Oceans Eleven'', even the baby...
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I write to you from waiting for the world to end. I will leave this in a desk drawer.
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When Uncle Dan got sent to the Alzheimer's ward, the ladies licked their lips. Fresh meat.
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The story begins ... There were no pigs' huts of straw or stick or stone.
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After the shooting, they sent the boy away. He returned taller and heavier, a sulkier version of his earlier self.
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"In the camps we ate whatever garbage they gave us." This according to my mother. "We had no choice." But I had eaten pig with gusto at an anti-Semite's table. Somehow this had to be undone. Burial in soil was all I could imagine.
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I admired her stamina. Her ability to Charlie Sheen it night after night.
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Mina stumbled and fell headlong into her apartment, smacking her knees and palms on the hardwood floor.
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When he tried to kiss her, she ran to the bathroom to throw up.
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Somebody pushed the automatic fuck-you button today,
not the due-to-the-volume-of-submissions-we-receive button,
nor the it-does-not-fit-our-editorial-needs button;
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Gasps and shouts, a hand on my arm, sequined gowns and expensive colognes parting before me. And then, there, Raymond’s crumpled form on the hardwood floor of the foyer, like a sleeve torn from a jacket, the stitches frayed and useless.
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Sometime in the 60s a philosophy teacher named William H. Gass was writing a novel. He had it about where he wanted it when someone stole the manuscript from his car.
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We walk to the Narrows from the boutique, fortified by talk of men and fashion. The Narrows is a blues bar known for outbreaks of small violence. I am wearing the winter white swing coat I bought for the wedding and the gold and turquoise beads.
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I took a deep breath and turned the key. I pushed the door open just far enough to see. I backed out, closed the door and turned the key again. I walked to my car, knelt down and placed in front of the right front tire the little box with the holes in it that held the…
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and floated along withus like it was attachedwith a string. I thought thatmeant we had a boat incase of emergenciesbut she said it was sadto see it followingin our wake like a cork.I still think it looked everybit the stylish silver-capped swimmer doingthe…
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When thinking of the commotion surrounding Wall Street, the serious writer gets very upset.
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