1884 17 12
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The sea dies where a cello torques on sand, leaving me without its compass. An old clock sings.
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1510 20 13
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I sprinkle seaweed over the water and all twelve rise to feed. Two of them went down the hole but knew to come up. A toilet has mouths and caverns, not a bad place at all for fish.
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1272 19 12
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Start now. Make lists. Call long-lost friends. Say what needs saying. Raise hell.
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1706 16 12
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I still want to kill Allan, because he now is unseen
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1373 29 11
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They may have heard parts of it, the memoir in me. Then I took a trip—to New York, though they wouldn't have known where—and when I returned, I was entirely mum unless I had the phone with me.
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1835 16 11
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Walking in to work from an unfamiliar direction, I saw her, on a street I had never been down before. I was coming from his place, for the first time, after the first time. The first time, but not the first date. That's not me. I'm not one to... not one who... He worked…
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1255 18 13
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One must be drenched in words.
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1434 22 12
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So, how did they meet? After years and years of starvation and gruesomeness and lack of human contact because there were no humans left, only walking corpses, a woman gently lifted the sixty-pound dead man's penis with a cool washrag and wiped him clean. The dead…
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1811 10 7
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The weight of my heart dragged me in dangerous directions.
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1344 18 13
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Rough sonnet about faded love
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1752 10 10
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... while I lie, cool as a nectar cream snowball,
in my Maggie The Cat slip, painting my toenails
a color called Bad Influence
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664 21 12
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1993 15 11
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Library life is full of surprises.
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1673 28 12
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1257 14 13
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My art teacher hated Salvador Dali.
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2241 19 12
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I went out through another cold still morning erasing my steps behind me not because I did not want to be followed but because I did not want to find my way back again.
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2132 17 11
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Balling my fists, I banged them on the retro-formica tabletop. The taste of pufferfish balls in an oleander-infused reduction with a seaweed and pomegranate side-salad tossed in a geranium-rottweiler vinaigrette rose in my throat.
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1561 19 13
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On the bed he tickled her until she was crying with laughter. And then the tickles became caresses, the fingers, lips.
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255 17 13
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1368 13 13
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Train whistles in wintertime made him feel lonely.
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1795 19 11
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Nobody has been able to use the washer and dryer for over a month now. Our neighbors have gone laundry crazy. They've become suds-a-holics. They wash everything. If it isn't nailed down, they wash it. Outboard engines, peculiar feelings, dominatrix boots, metaphors,…
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1348 17 13
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I lean forward and take her two hands in mine. I look into her eyes. “It’s you and only you,” I say. She starts to cry.
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1463 17 11
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She drew her hands out of the chest cavity and looked at the clock.
‘Time of death,’ she said.
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1002 24 12
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One can watch the grass green/
in response. One can watch the world green/
in response.
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1652 16 13
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1149 13 12
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I asked him where he hurt and he said everywhere.
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1186 14 12
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She was sick and tired of marriage. She didn't want to be a mother, but now she was.
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1453 14 13
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1268 19 13
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The squirrels will not stop peeing on the trees.
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1516 17 12
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