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23562514
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not enough of us / destroy / what we create
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345198
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When my husband died, I was in bed with his brother.
Ricky and I had been married six years, three months and two days when his little brother, Ben, and I gave in to the lust that just would not go away in spite of our prayers and tears.
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19741814
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From the way she scooped him from his buggy, shushed him, kissed his tears and hugged him...
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2912159
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Although decades have passed since I last tasted lysergic acid with diethylamide flavoring, I cannot fail to remember the tasting.
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25082922
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and there is no climbing up/
to any height, and the sun/
is cloaked by cloud,
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27862415
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My life is life in shape alone./
The substance leaks away like blood/
removed by the embalmer’s art.
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19872626
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Hers is the kind of crazy that can't be masked. She's worn it on her sleeves since tenth grade.
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23122320
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I have bathed in patchouli oil and my heavy hair is lustrous from brushing. I am wearing my gold ankle bracelets with the ruby charms that my love gave me when we had been married one year. My robe is fuchsia silk and under it I wear black satin…
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13341312
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the world slips under the waves
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20471210
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honey/she said/with a wink/and a twinkle
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24366219
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Should I have shooed the cats from my bed? Shaken awake the silky tangle of feline true love curled at my feet? Shut their bedroom door against them? Perhaps, maybe, I don’t know.
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21223521
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everything plus zero stays the same
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16991311
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She sits and waitsOn a chair that is hardWith a neck that hurtsAnd an eyeball that stings.She sitsSo stiffOn a chair that is hardWith a neck that hurtsAnd an eyeball that stings.She sitsAnd the hand on her lapHas a joint that cracksWith a neck that hurtsAnd an eyeball that…
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23272521
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“Your sister is a slut,” said Ma to me over supper.
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28413123
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20833924
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I hit the pole near Whited Avenue a year to the day.
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26002919
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Accept that your husband's heart always belonged to his first love. You should've noticed sooner because she works in your building and won't look you in the eye. She takes the stairs because you ride the elevator.
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19223324
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your mania for sentences / has dried up your heart
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23905421
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"You are not a vintage radio. Not even close."
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18982625
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There's no surcease from heat, no "cool of the evening," like the songs say about summer in the South. Those songwriters sat under fans in the Brill Building in downtown Manhattan.
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24884020
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They lie down in the prairie grass and clutch each other, imagine dying under fat clouds.
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23933219
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My wife goes away for a few days to the little town where Hitchcock filmed The Birds. Her sister goes along. When she comes back, I ask her if she had a good time, and she says no.
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18073022
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I wake up in the morning and write her name on the white paper napkin I always place in front of me at the kitchen table as I have my first cup of coffee. I write it throughout the day. Twelve or fifteen times. I've done this for exactly twenty-three days. I always…
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19664022
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You have arrived at the river, numb with the murmur of the city and the sleeplessness of anger, boredom, and too many people loving too many people too much. The heat in this night, not the moon as in ancient poems, is blazing; the moon is pink like the…
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24623622
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29543417
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One day, when Rabbit was taking his medications, Tigger bounced his carrots to smithereens and Rabbit had an idea. A wonderful, terrible idea.
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19112620
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He boarded the wrong plane. (Hey, it could happen. Maybe not after 9/11, but certainly before)
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19382820
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It's so nice
to be under something else's power
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20212321
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The debits and credits of life have been recalculated. You are not due tax; you are owed a trapeze. It turns out you have a natural gift for hanging upside down, knees to the clouds.
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