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He kissed her tits and thought of art
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I go to the seaand turn myself over in my hand like a shell: a hollow conch carried on the resonance of a song long past its singing. My heart is a well and this city, one that is forever in drought.
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the doomed, but splendid,
first year GT40.
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Papadad has one good eye. The other fell out during a rant and has since been replaced by a rifle scope, which he uses to scrutinise enemies.——Papadad is an authority on everything, even topics he has not researched. He expatiates on these at the dinner table,…
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(I'd appreciate some feedback on this very weird story.) A Frosted Mini Wheat walks in to a bar...
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Matt was among those rare creatures; an ideal kind of reader ...
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"This story isn’t about you, even if it seems as though it is."
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Dinner conversation reminds me of the chatter of birds. Happy talk. Nothing real.
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I took Annie to the zoo, and the tigers got out. The little tigers, that is. Cubs. Two of them. The zoo employees scurried about, peeking into nooks and crannies.
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But tonight the circus is dark. She is free to go to her lover, to embrace, to float in the night sky.
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No fear of that, / he assured her,
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I wrangle word juice
from the Oxford American, sighing at photographs of blues musicians with solemn lakes for eyes.
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Before she flushes the toilet the world is spinning.
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Suddenly a hand shot up on the other side of a hedge. “I’ll have one of those!” cried someone who remained invisible.
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With his hand, he sees through walls: from the street,
From Schonbran park, girls go to rest in his house.
They sleep off parents’ beatings. They eat.
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Last Christmas Eve, my Nana shot my grandfather in the foot because he wouldn't stop boning the woman up the street. So on Christmas Eve, after Nana drank a bunch of those baby-sized Miller Hi-life beers, she went upstairs, got her pistol, and said, “I'm gonna…
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At some point, we will have to shoot them/
through the eyes and skull and heart
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There once was a girl who was lost in a storm. She wandered this way and that, this way and that, trying to find a way home. But the sky was too dark, and the rain too fierce; all the girl did was go in circles.
Then, suddenly, there were arms around her
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There are things we must not say.
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Poor souls. Likely they'll be poets.
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we share somewhat the same past
he was bureau chief of ABC overseas
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It starts on the Fallopian Speedway
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My uncle looks into the bleached eye of his cat and asks
"What happened to my ear?"
The meerkat’s eye replies:
"You had cancer. Remember?
They had to cut off your ear to save you."
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We met an old friend and his old dog. We went off leash on the lush Buffalo grass. He and I—this old friend, I mean—talked mostly of divorce, something we shared between us.
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Back when I was fifteen, Svengal, Mohammed and I used to scamper up to the roof of our sixteen story apartment building and use it as our Masturbatory. We called it that because it served as a sort of observatory where we could diligently perform our rece
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The rain pelted down, it got dark, and they couldn't see a thing. The wind roared like a thousand locomotives.
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ornery women / in tall hats, suspender dads, kids deformed with / ribbons
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Tomorrow the authority smashes. Tonight we march, splash, carve letters in wet paint from room to room until steel blades bend. The letters will tilt in shadows gliding over the walls to mask our tales born of fractured wrists and the ghosts, our keepers.
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