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Our bodies tender heat in darkness, damp
with sweat to oil each stroke in slow caress;
beyond our glow the buried deliquesce.
We are the flame held captive in the lamp.
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Pa grasps my fingers, odd because he's never held my hand and he's dead ten years anyway.
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We knew the future was there, that it lay out in space but it too seemed frozen, shimmering just on the horizon of the last sun we will see for months. We were trapped, most of us scientists, the rest barely even seamen. This was Antarctica, 1897.
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As I fed Puff, I thought about the nightmare Lily shared with me that morning. She dreamed Puff had a hole in his throat and all his blood squirted out until he got as small and skinny as a deflated baloon.
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The scent that drifted through the canyon most nights seeped early through his open window. He pressed his face to the screen. A young woman sat on the patch of crabgrass beside his vegetable garden and fed apple slices to a rooster standing between her legs. In her other…
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Have you heard this yet? The daughter flew home to care for the mother, whose pump is still tick ticking—though now with aid—which means she leaves the kitchen when the microwave clicks on.
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There is love between a son and mother. And, then there is respect. Recognizing the line is the essence of a good relationship.
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I’m glad they put the wall up. When it gets a little humid around here, I can smell those damn people.
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"All you want to do all day is write your books. You don't care about anything else, you don't care about Jeffy, he needs exercise and proper food, look how thin he is!"
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A father's soft neglect has repercussions.
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Home is where my parents live and my relatives visit.
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He waved to the throngs, his soft hands making semicircles,
his hair pomaded, looking like money.
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they tried to trick the sun
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Before we start you should know that I accept my role in all of this. I get it. It's no one else's fault that I died. I made my choices, from the stealing all the way to the end. I did that. And while it would be…
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Each boy held a stick, nudging at something at their feet. Yuudai moved toward them, the burned grasses crunching like a cow eating heartily.
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