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Your soap on the shelf in the shower
melts with my every hair wash
and I'll miss it the way I should have missed you.
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6% of anorexics die of their disorder, most of sudden heart failure.
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When Lois finally found him down there, Johnny was wedged between a large rock and the trunk of an old, long since fallen, cottonwood tree. She said as she got to him, she heard his gurgling breath, fighting fiercely to stay alive. When she saw the deep, gathering, red…
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I think he viewed Communion as an act of hygiene that allowed him to go on being fiery and self-determined.
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That afternoon she met me in the lobby of my hotel and we simply smiled at each other in the elevator going up to my room where we sat on the couch for about three hours and told of our lives, of being apart, for so many years, then sensing our time was nearly used up, I…
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Clayton had a grin like the hand of a beast that stretched as long as her gravel road...
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The first thing she remembers is sunshine, then her own dawning, and feeling the lumps on her head and bruises on her face and pain in her heart and aloness of her soul.
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There's a man sitting in my room holding a jar of my ashes. That's what he claims.
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They'd taken so much: ivory, rubber, copper, gold. Wealth for the grabbing. No remorse.
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If This Were Baltimore East A spray of change in the lilies and loose rubber, she pulled close to the wall. She smiled at the trucks, her handful of loot. Hallelujah, he said, converting. West Like 4 miles of cakes, they counted…
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You were busy, moving, alert inconstant motion; packingbooks, clothes, paintings;deciding yes to this, no to that. I was simply tryingto settle somewhere in the space.We'd known it for years when things were in place. Now, this abrupt interruption of…
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Columbus Avenue, I’m the tense union of poor city rich city/
gentrification.
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In all my marriage stories, I am both victim and hero.
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My son thinks he's French.His accent was cute at first, but it's starting to get on my nerves. If he asks for another glass of Beaujolais I'm gonna go to jail for child abuse.Yesterday, I walked upstairs to make him turn his new Jacques Brel album down and I swear it…
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The sky was an over-bleached sheet, stretched to the point of ripping. Everything worn but clean. He was saying he'd be happier if we lived in Canada. The sun seemed very close, like a star at the top of a Christmas tree. Maybe I could pull it down. Our baby had…
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The P-36 used for gunnery exercises was twitchy and stubborn...
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. . . and the last thing you’ll smell will be new-cut pine.
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Dear Brandon Lee: I know that you're dead and can't respond to letters, but I've always felt a connection to you.
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The jail, where I stayed for 48 hours, gave me enough information to write a 180-page book, something I resisted setting out upon due to the insult of it.
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My first winter in Massachusetts feels medieval: cold, dark, and endless.
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At five o’clock in the afternoon, at five o’clock / in the afternoon
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Call him a hobo or homeless or bum or junkie.
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Well, I finally checked myself into this what you call a “ Facebook Rehab Clinic” up here just about 40 miles outside of Kalispell, Montana in a little town called Gulag and, as I'm sure you can guess, there's no posting or commenting or liking anything anymore…
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Went back to his cab and returned with a whip...
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