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Pretty boy looks over at me and grins, got a smoke?
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Let’s talk about Chattanooga, the cloud / mountains, the monastery bench, drunk / at sunset
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I attended the burial of our affair when I found her notebook— maybe it should be called her diary—that she had foolishly left on the deck of my beach house where she stayed while I was on that short trip to Chicago. Numb at first, unsure how to proceed, I went…
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One sneaker in the middle of the A-Plus Pawn lot...
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I describe mine as uterine-based hysteria or Sex Test.
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I looked at her, shook my head and tried to smile. She smiled back, beaming a radiance that pushed away the chill.
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The boy giggled, splashing his father and howling at the cold.
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I taught Polly to turn on a flashlight with his nose. It became his favorite occupation and he'd sit for hours with the light between his paws, watching the things it lit—sometimes jumping up to lick the wall. He'd shine it on our daughter's…
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We know them just enough/
to recognize them when we find them.
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Some believe the Scots were encouraged to emigrate, hired guns as it were, to Ireland to civilize that population.
If that's the case, we would see it as another evil English trick. In any case, we MacGowans are Scots Irish and Protestant.
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for going forthe river and being blinded by its millionsof invisible fish, all sparklinglike pink enchanteddreams made of rosequartz and shaped like glassroses, who would? I fell for an illusionaftermy own fashion,but I could alwaysadmit mymistakes and catcha laugh out…
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She waves her hand around, says, “Pah!” and starts digging invisible things out of the potato salad with her bare hands.
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We lie sleepless at night, enraged,/
and finger the keyboard
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Poets who thrum jirble and thwack
Poets who thrum eat quorn with raw swamms
Poets who thrum are eristic (not shambolic)
Poets who thrum deliciate unto kench when they freck
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I remembered our wedding reception. I tasted the crab cake, pulled her from greeting people, said, you have to try. And she did.
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The world knows how to make you smile. I'm certain, but it's your own unique grin that they want for themselves. It's always been their perfect prize to horde. The trouble of course comes from wanting something that only exists in…
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Millicent asked me to stop over at her place for coffee after work because we needed to talk. While pouring, she said she was torn about telling me what her father used to do to her when her mom was not around, but she thought I needed to know how twisted her life was…
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The child was delivered, set to breathing, and whisked away before Fae Anne could even catch a glimpse of her.
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No one has touched me for a long, long time and I believe that is why I am dying. This is a notion that is new to me but it has persisted over the last few weeks and I believe I finally have apprehended the truth. There was a time, I remember all too well, when I might…
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I interviewed in an hour and didn’t have an umbrella, so I ducked inside the next door I passed. It didn’t matter what they sold, I wasn’t there to make a purchase.
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I am standing in my neighbor’s back yard in my underwear, and my trash can is clean.
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I'm standing outside your window with our son's fingers in my fist.
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Their breath stank inside my lungs and tamped down the very minute amount of remorse I had left. It was replaced with contempt. Their fear warmed my cold sensibility as I steeled myself.
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Reality winks at us then scampers off
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perjured like a fickle impulse
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. . . clinging to life in a shroud of winter air. It veered up five flights to a sweltering summer night on the roof . . .
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He gathers our abusive fathers, our esophageal tears, our peanut fetuses.
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A woman with fallen breasts is attempting to hang her laundry on a string. Two tall men mount horses and ride them into the meadow. A squad of children wrap themselves around a playground.
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They confess love for Karaoke and metal rock. They have purchased expensive Stratocasters and Zildjians.
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