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The pines that line Alden Highway are stained blue today, four days after my brother's soft flesh folded into its last embrace. The two things torn from the speeding car; his skinny body and six gallons of…
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The house we both grew up in was still as cold. Smelled of grandmother pee. And grew darker and darker inside with only ma’s candles in the kitchen sink guiding us to not trip in hallways.
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“Let me in,” I begged.
“No. Get back stinky feet.”
“I washed them.”
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It’s always daylight there
My brother comes running down the sidewalk
holding out his arms and calling my name
He’s wearing suspenders. He’s gotten thinner
in heaven
He embraces me warmly
wanting us to be friends
I give up trying to re
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Wrapping Kevin It was his last…
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[Her adviser] looked at her and tilted his head, smiling. Over his shoulder she saw the M104 bus cruising up Broadway, and considered diving under it. Instead she took off toward the corner, in shame, and he followed. When they parted ways, he took her ha
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Suddenly a downpour erupted again, just like it did earlier in the morning. Clouds came out of nowhere, and it became a deluge. It felt like things including our tiny trailer were going to start floating around the nudist camp. Gina held back the little c
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in his thin, swanky
black leather jacket
out on the town at night
in Mexico with his girlfriend
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Soap operas were about grown-ups, and the people making out in the halls were twelve-year-olds; it was clear from the teachers' and principals' reactions that no one was lining up to put these kids on daytime television.
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The dump smelled of the chaos of creation, of rusting metal and burned glass, chemicals and rancid rainwater, wet cardboard and rotting wood, paint slaking off clapboards and drums.
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She dropped the bundle of faggots she had collected and spun around with her mouth open.
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"Oh jeez," I say, "and we were having so much fun."
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Ladies, I don’t understand your world.
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Years later, I found a map in my brother’s lonely apartment in L.A. “Bury me here,” he instructed in a scrawl on a map he had drawn of Woodlawn Cemetery.
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Momo told me not to mind her, but I did. At night, after he'd tucked me in, I could hear him on the phone in the living room, talking for a long time. Early this morning he woke me up and gave me my backpack. ‘Put some clothes in here', he said. ‘We're going on a trip.'
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