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There are cat whiskers grazing my face. I can’t open my eyes. I slide my hand under the sheets. It’s cool there. An impression. This is where she would be.
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“I'll have the Ribeye cooked medium rare,” says Bill, who looks over at Julia, blonde hair and disarming smile, and he thinks that she's not bad for a blind date. He doesn't like the way she butters her roll, however, and it agitates him that she spreads…
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After an hour Tommy nearly had a handle on the mess in the pit. He carried two racks of glasses to the dining room and left them at the server's station. Kimberly was in her early forties. She'd been working at the restaurant maybe longer than Tommy'd been alive. You poor…
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Swatches of Chinese silk in vivid red and lavender fly through the air. My granddaughter in her mid-thirties reaches for the cloth. I see in her mirror a shape forming; a slim, gray haired woman with a spring in her step. I pause to admire my reflection and pass over the…
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55 words, slightly naughty
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We can almost hear the lung smash and stomach stove. Jack with no air to dream of lakes anymore.
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I know our hearts were fastened together in silks in the Chicago night. In the great nurturing night, you were the (real) first. Yoked together, you were the first god to have complete leave of my body, for an hour, for all time, you were the first.
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There will always be a road.
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You lift the soft blonde curls from my neck and kiss me there, in my dream, and the soft delicate lace that barely mentions the wrist, my nipples growing stiff underneath the delicate pressure of your fingertips. On your boat, on Fox River, on the Lake
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If I can’t lure you with this animal that’s in me, what can? I want to know. With this pain that was privately held for so long? That was acquainted with the fellowship of hell? I sang, I cried out when I was away from you, even while tossing and twitch
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Mason managed the hardware store a few doors down from Wendell’s Café.
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It was a little like paradise on earth, with you, where the flower-like people turn outward and lure both blank space and the animal-fragrant air. Human prairies walk. The oil of roses develops after noon, and laughing bird, (or speckled moth) I am that
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That’s true, you know, what they said about the drummer and spontaneous combustion.
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I remember some of the tight-fitting garments you wore, your looks seeping through them. The light blonde hairs at your neck and at your middle. Were we really expected to keep our hands off each other? It is foolish to think so. I know what I was think
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The fish would need a name, but she didn’t know how to tell if it was a boy or a girl. Did fish have penises?
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