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He steered to the roadside and answered her question before she could ask.
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The cataclysm of all those photons/
mad to be a part of you
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I knew my mother would die by the weekend
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He inhaled all these sensory impulses like they were so much illuminated, fluorescent pollen which jostled for space with the strong aroma of coffee in his nostrils.
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When you were nine your head fell off in the playground. Dr Mort was called. He pasted it back on with PVA glue. You'd never know now.——When you were nine your arms turned into trees. Dr Mort worked his magic with the chainsaw. You still need light pruning once…
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and you imagine euthanizing them if what she says is true, that she is leaving them to you in her will.
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Are you there? It’s been so long since I had someone to talk to. Besides Oscar and Wilde, I mean. I feed them crumbs of bread. They’re my pet rats, my only friends. Besides you, of course. How kind of you to remember me! How shall I begin?
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"You've got white privilege and hot privilege," a Latina friend
told me in 2015 when we shared
the same taste
in dollar store blue lipstick.
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The blood is memorable/
as is the copper taste of that/
momentary certainty of lockjaw.
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It’s possible to forgive the past its trespasses / stop seeing the future as a threat, reimagine / the present as a goal.
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The understanding we made was neatly wrapped up in its own blue tissue cocoon like a neatly rolled joint and dumped unceremoniously into the forgotten past like a plate of leftover digitized lies. The lid was slammed shut. Time passes too tightly. And you …
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The smart drivers know the signs/
and the back street ways around the wreck.
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Why do people kill themselves with food? It’s obvious, I suppose. They’re hungry.
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The hair on my arms have greyed, or so that's how it looks to me. It's been 12 years since we last spoke. I think I haven't aged too well. I bought a rocking chair.
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In those years,
you and I were told to leap
for a world suffused with sound
and industry.
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Dear Fictionaut Family,Some of you may recognize my name and remember reading my work, some of you may have joined more recently and be wondering what the hell I'm doing addressing you directly. I began writing on Fictionaut in 2010, during four years as I was fragmenting…
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“Sorry, I farted,” Ted says after the nurse leaves. He squeezes my hand like he’s telling me grave news.
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I want to tell you how the odor of the flowers/felt her funeral day
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The kid with a testosterone chip
Instead of a brain
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Some idiot was gonna let a snake eat him. I know, but I saw it on the internets. That's some dumb-assed stuff right there. Everyone knows about snakes. The Jesus book tells us all about them, inside us, slithering through ruby-red and eating our guilt from inside out.…
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Elvis at a Starbucks. Some graphic words.
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The knees remind you: you are old,/
and broken, and unlikely to improve
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Someone who I know only via Facebook and a writer site we both belong to posted a picture of a 12 week old fetus in the palm of a human hand. The message was anti-abortion. You know--how can you consider killing this baby? And the picture was of a tiny, tiny…
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The man of a thousand faces was defunct.
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Liz didn’t steal his heart / she embezzled it
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not to free ourselves//
from suffering//
but become the window//
through which it sees//
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