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Nobody looks for Gina between the hours of four and five. Her father is on swing shift for the rest of the summer; his two o'clock- dinner plates are soaking in a sinkful of scummy water. Her mother is fanning herself in the shade of the wisteria, most of her…
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Lavender, a Liberal Betty, batty from hormones, in a fanciful fit, named her daughter Lavender. Husband Don winced. Brothers Donald, John, Billy, and Tom were puzzled and pleased by this sister, this girl, who was a little bit like them, yet not like them at…
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When she opens the door, I say hi and introduce her to my friend, a bottle of J.T.S. Brown. She laughs and tells me to come on in before I fall down.
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Her mother dressed her like a little girl would dress a doll.
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I try to envision long-haired men riding horses across a vast expanse, their faces blank as those of my students.
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The box thuds at your feet: mug, plant, wedding photo, the 25-year pen.
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When we say "Nanoism is looking for twitter-fiction serials for its current contest," this is one example of what we mean.
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I hate turnstiles and revolving doors
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Unless we see it, probe it,
Name it, star by star, and feel
This awful, tenuous gratitude.
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She connects to you
via snarling vines
& worm-woven tunnels.
Drops Roman numerals
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they were open weekends if we needed to bring him in for euthanasia.
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and watch the bird play and squirrel play/
and the twitching of cottontail noses
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I am sitting on our porch in the middle of the night. I can't sleep. The stars look like runway lights. Out of boredom, I reach out my hand to connect the distant dots. The tip of my finger hits…
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I want you to kiss me like you’re listening to my tongue. I want you to hear the rhythm of my heart through my lips. Can you feel what I’m telling you? If you’re entering my borders, it doesn’t matter where - my mouth, my pussy, my ear... you’d better pay
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I talk wands and magic and how women aren't supposed to care,
but I do, and she talks length and girth.
Her fiancé has neither,
she makes an illustration with her pinky
and says that if they don't marry within the year,
she's dumping his ass
and we
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You wanted a love poem written just for you. / Here it is. Don’t look askance.
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...when they entered eager lungs hungry from deep and sweaty love
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--"Look at us," she murmurs. "Tristan and Isolde without the adultery."
--"Well, you can't have everything."
--"No? I heard otherwise."
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Practice has perfected disengagement.
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There is a small church in the south of Italy, with a stained-glass window depicting the sister of John The Baptist.
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It is indisputable that poets love roadkill...
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The police states of German National Socialism/
and the Soviet Union are but pencil studies
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Before my mother died, she developed an unhealthy relationship with Sylvia Plath. Under the faded florescent lights of the university they would speak to each other, as I quietly did my homework. I was only seven, but I knew something was the matter. I…
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By Jackson, you called and said, I'll be too drunk to drive. Hell, if I do my very best, I could be blind by Shreveport.
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I am constricted by rings. The weight of self crushes me.
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WπHπAπT with its pi signs denotes the way the inquiry felt and follows in strategy those inventors in language I estimate highly.
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Inevitability: it's what's for dinner.
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