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standing hereknee deep in daydreams watching the day sky changepinks and bluesmelt with smooth yellow huesif i could only tastethissunset taffyridingat night in my uncle's convertiblewatching the…
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In wave after wave, everything known and familiar disappears under the onslaught of water....
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I'm upside down on my hands with my eyes to the drain, when the bottom of the tub shakes free of the rest of the bathroom and starts sinking. I descend with it into the dark water, past the submerged pipes, down into a bubbly abyss.
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In my dream, his head is pricked with needles as in the practice of acupuncture. I ask him how he is doing, what death is like. He tells me it is terrible. He cries. I wake and I am not comforted.
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One of the paramedics stood up slowly and looked at the clock. “Time of death: ‘round ‘bout midnight.”
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He painted a woman on them, identical to the woman that kneeled by his bed.
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It kind of reminded him of a giant, real life game and not virtual reality. He was weaving in and out of cars so fast that you might have thought he was knitting or something.
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None of the tables were cool. How did I get mixed up with this lazy crowd of mediocre mind rapists? Their hygiene was suspicious. Their eyes did not match.
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He now knew the impossible to be possible.
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rockstar, moviestar, literary supernova – burning out before all the planets are declassified.
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She thinks she trusts this man; she wants to trust him. His face reminds her of a man who once took care of her on an airplane when she was a kid traveling by herself.
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I got nothin' to help me out. No whiskey. No beer. No pet. Just a wife sittin' in the backyard like a tickin' time bomb.
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Her arms are always outstretched, sometimes as though cupping an invisible fragile object. Maybe in her dreams, she is carrying baby birds or engaged in some kind of circus act involving crystal balls or snow globes.
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We enclose in the end of us, a wilderness.At the bottom—A wounding and bloodful sea. Between these two cardinal points, we divide,We love and evolve matching witsBlown by incessant airs of nirvanas there. Heaven, herself, is but a ready-made featherKnocking at the…
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