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It was Tuesday.
Her hair was orange.
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I only know this: Inside sugar lives all thought of sweetness. Peace, and all hope of peace, lies under the nose of man, whose odor rises confused, choking on soot to the roof of the world where God lives.
God, help us. Don't fatten the raven on our
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This is what they know of me – alone the young lift up the sun. We damned them but darling youth carried its beauty to heaven anyway, to the Light-bringer, the Light-bearer, with their hearts in their own arms, mine in the brilliant teeth of the one I l
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“Sloshes to sloshes. Drip to drip,” I said, then ceremoniously flushed the toilet bowl, our heads bowed in reverence as Molly and I gave Swimmy its last rites. Swimmy, named by Molly whose overstatement of the obvious is endearing in a three-year-old, was…
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I wanted to sit in class in Iowa next to Flannery as she recited that first story that stopped the world with an accent so dense with dogwood we had to strain to collect every word.
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Forget the past, its heavy arms sunken at last into the waters of the underworld, crushed and oppressed. Its murders, its slaughter, its laws. Killed there, sacrificed, assassinated. All dust, every powder that is the father of history.
Knees that h
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You want to get laid talking socks
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And then there was this girl from Boston, named Pat, who was a little on the hefty side and wouldn’t get off me. And I was skinny then too. She wanted sex so much and so often that the whole time I visited her apartment in Cambridge, after I graduated f
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He had expected more -- at least his grandfather's classic Packard touring car.
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It all started with a middle finger. This is where the chain of events began in Benjamin's mind as his mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood and the crunch of broken glass rolled against his teeth. The pickup followed much too closely, but Benjamin was too…
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I remember you were on top of us freely, and we were starry with enjoyment. You turned to the beautiful youth because we were light, because we were so full of life
that our skin alone could not seem to contain us.
We were burning, burning on all
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Anything belonging to that neck (my neck, ringed by your destabilizing kisses,) the necklace or the mark of them, the fatal pulse throbbing there under the skin, with its echoes of the heart, my heart regardless, though not my own anymore (after I came
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Last night I had a dream.
In it my ears were clogged. I couldn't find any q-tips.
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