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I wait for the small gap of time where the note vibratos into nothingness...
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When you take her grocery shopping
take a list and make her stick to it
as she forgets and duplicates a lot
She is also very generous
and will insist on buying you something
I think she cannot live without fresh flowers
or plants that are bl
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I put my mouth to it and said hello hello hello.
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A wrinkled old woman sat at the table next to me. “Are you a writer?” she asked.
“Yes, I am.”
“Are you Jewish?”
“No, I’m not,” I replied.
“Where do you come from?” she asked in her broken English.
“Chicago,” I said. “The Bohemian ghetto there, o
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In the present moment, she is there for you. Faithful.
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2189 39 29
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He looks in silence and he looks with longing.
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2218 53 25
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The Trinity boys don’t blame me at all. They know I am not stupid about the world. I am a robust girl. Nevertheless, like everyone else I have limits. I am a clock that winds down.
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She was a big woman, a massive, misshapen tree of a woman, wrapped in a rain-coat the size of a tent. She wore a cap on her head, its beak peeking out, drops of rain slipping of its edge like so many pieces of transparent candy.
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He didn’t hug me. He didn’t hug any of us. Instead, he shook my hand, his grip so firm I felt the bones of my hands crumbling in on themselves.
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Death came to my street, but I did not invite him.
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I heard an old Stevie Ray Vaughn tune this morning. It triggered a flash back. It’s funny how just a few notes of a song can slam me right into a memory. A total and complete immersion. Sights. Sounds. Smells. The people. The place. The weather. Wha
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"... you shake your head and look down as if I am a mongrel dog who has pissed the Tabriz..."
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3366 55 26
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This is what I do for a living: I unpack sentences.
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All carcinoma/
would be hors d’oeuvres/
for its dark appetite.
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Theresa stopped speaking to me because I ate cows. This made things simple. There was no conversation.
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I really detest dating that leads to sex=ownership or to the expectation of it. The men are so quietly demanding, authoritarian, pushy. Who are these nice fuckers? Strays a'hounding. I want to tell them: I have friends, real friends with art agendas.
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Cahill—Dr. Cahill to those who knew him in his small town in Maine—had decided that his screened porch should be relocated. Wouldn't it be better to winterize the current porch, adding a door at the far end which would lead to a new, smaller porch,…
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2011 29 12
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When I walked into the local police precinct to meet with a detective about the scope of my rights, I was thinking about Rocco, the adored dog of a long-ago life.
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2679 36 23
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I am everything she wanted me to be. I am crossed legs, chest out; I am wearing a soft white dress—lacy and completely inappropriate to the Midwest, to 2011, to anything about my existence.
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She drove me to radiation, to acupuncture and support group. She brewed me concoctions that smelled of twigs and dirt...
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When I was young, my mother told me that J. Edgar Hoover was a homosexual. I don't remember exactly when or why she shared this tidbit with me. This was, after all, fifty years ago. But Mom wasn't a homophobe, so I'm guessing that what intrigued her about Hoover's…
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On Friday nights I'm not there.
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"It's what being out of work does to you, " she said, with that innocent sense of the everyday tragic, that kind murmur.
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An ice block heart
rushed home to the beat of its melt.
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Sex when you’re pregnant
Is like sex when you aren’t
Pregnant, but with extra people.
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"Oh, damn,” I say. “A kitty.”
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He’d kept the parking space open. She used it most often, whenever she and her husband, an old drinking buddy, came to visit.
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I passed Buster Keaton on the way to work this morning. He was standing, hands in pockets, at the corner of Riverview and Keil. It was the young Buster, handsome and still strong enough to pin down the scars that marked his childhood. This was the Buster
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