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We played strip poker, and you cheated, and we lost our clothes. You made us get up and dance for you when there was nothing left to lose. And one light shadow slid from your face and found its way into me, and a piece of wind lodged itself inside my body and wouldn't come…
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The box thuds at your feet: mug, plant, wedding photo, the 25-year pen.
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They're haunting me with every spotting. They're convincing me they'd be the unexpected blessing. They're confusing me when I look at my already-children, taking on the shape of this one's face, that one's gestures. We've been…
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In lust we trust, that is all we know, and all we need to know. All the rest is just dust on our future grave. Give it up to lust and go for bust! (I thought I would, you know, be some kind of poet for a moment there. Maybe not so good, admittedly. Cert
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Boxing is not a sport for a man with half a brain and I’m not stupid.
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If you had gotten pregnant our last time, in 1967 (when you lied and told me “I guess I’m finally over you,”) then our son could have been that man you saw with the drooping moustache and his coattails flying in the lobby of the building in Louisville,
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The cab split the thread of oncoming traffic into water barrels and telephone poles.
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It plays The Neverending Story, a movie we’re not allowed to see, but we watch anyway, the flying luck dragon, the horse that drowns...
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When you awaken on the other side, you will see, I was like the swan gliding before death, and the animating power of her is willing and unavoidable. And you are itching, feeling an inextinguishable sexual desire, its nightmare ink burnt in your head, n
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Wants help, doesn't know how to ask.
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They’d met by sheer accident.
Torrential rain & a deserted bungalow were the perfect catalysts.
‘You shouldn’t be alone at this hour’ Kurt whispered.
‘It’s not by design’ Ursula murmured.
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A raininess envelops you already in the womb. The water that began in the mouth a generation before you, away from any explanation, reason, or need for speech, and now seeks out the same dear lovable blood in you as those who came before you – these are
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A big old grandfather clock swings methodically in the back of the room, over his left shoulder, and it is this dependable motion, more than Lauren’s passionate fumbling, that makes me wet.
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When the snow reached the windowsills I was no longer a virgin.
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I am unable, anymore, to be the blue flower of youth for you. Possibly in life the soul's coldness is brought out by the earth, after the land and ground has been shaken beneath us. Virgin was the goddess when I got here. She still had that flavor.
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