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Once Mom finally came to terms with the fact that my brother was gay, she became convinced he was a serial killer. “He has all the signs,” she told me as she trimmed my hair. “Signs?” I asked, watching her in the…
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sometimes it's hard/ to leave the house in the morning/ when bed is so comfortable/ and you're so far away.
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Lorelei was bombarded constantly with it. She began to hate the city...
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She came to my house late that last night and shucked off her things and we slow-danced to Cruisin' as beaded rainwater slid off her black hair to the floor. She smiled an almost quizzical smile as she drank me there with her eyes, as if I was some…
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My wife is an angel.
When I was a kid, that’s what we believed dead people were. Sitting on a cloud with a halo and a harp. We learned it from cartoons, but I think I’ve heard angels are supposed to be their own order, like
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My love for him like wax wings/
so long they stretched eternal—
beating in the sky, grazing peaks,
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The boss has a serious problem--he's too nice for his own good.
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Jerry tries to be funny saying, I think Charlie Brown should kick Lucy in the head when she pulls the ball away; either that or they start making out. Ewww, but they're both eight years old, Sandra says biting her lip, tying off her smile. Jerry won't focus on her…
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Any God we could respect/
would listen, kind, to prayers,/
compassionate but resolute –
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I was dating my yoga class. It was going all right. Which is to say, the sex was pretty fantastic but otherwise I was beginning to lose interest. I'm thinking of one Saturday afternoon in the summer. We ended up browsing for Father's Day gifts at Crate & Barrel in …
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It couldn’t be a worse time for failed novelist Robert Grayson. He’s 40 and falling apart. He’s balding and accumulating a gut. His job writing technical manuals for software looks like it might get cut. Then his wife does the unthinkable and files
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Snow fell against the windows casting shadows that danced like fireflies or flame—he couldn’t make out which for sure. He’d tumbled and bounced from balcony to balcony, the snow calming with the winds and gently falling, now.
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The woman’s face bulges on one side to signify that she is eating.
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In fifth grade my mom gave me her CD player. I didn't own many CDs, only a few I remember, but I couldn't take it off my head.
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But they all know the parking prayer...
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her heart just nodded knowingly
....yes, dear
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Later your training began at the fry station. There were regular fries, curly fries, chicken tenders and breasts, and a shit ton of grease.
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He said, “It was only after I broke my neck and even like maybe a year later that I really started realizing that I had something to say.”
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I immediately felt anxious guilt, being the one responsible for opening the way for infection.
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A married woman requests a butterfly tattoo that won't please her husband from an old tattoo artist.
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A cat terrorizes a small family. They fight back.
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Born, he stood up. He wore nothing as often as possible
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The storm grew in might until it spawned the worst kind of tornado, an F-5 or Finger of God.
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He sits, a large man with a walrus mustache, pondering a gold telegraph key.
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blue plexiglass skateboard is holding the light of a turmeric sun. jacob turns it this way and that and lets it sit on its side atop parking curbs. denim legs canvas feet. looking down sign ridden streets and squinting. sometimes sun showers leak out. cotton…
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so I tighten hands with my castaway and say/you failed to impress in your folded peacock dress
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To a desert island I pick a book of crosswords for my one item. It is a desert island. What could be more practical? I awake in the middle of the night, an itch in my throat. I blow my nose. Weird gobbets of blood ring my Kleenex. It drizzles out now, wet here, gelatinous…
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