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“Sometimes when I feel the urge to create, I don’t know whether to grab my paints, my camera, my guitar or my pen.”
“You could have sex,” her friend, sitting in the desk next to hers, joked.
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She kept the list in her purse, never showed it to friends. If she knew her words would not break him, she would say, it should be stricter, not so permissive. But she didn’t.
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I took up smoking just to show the world how easy it was to quit. It’s been five months now, and my wife is wondering why I haven’t yet.
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The blooms are gone from the cacti, leaving succulent fruit that attracts the deer that attract the lions, all in an endless cycle of hunger and search and scent.
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I pressed the tiny pill onto his tongue so it would stick and in doing so I touched his tongue with the tip of my finger. It was hot and damp, and it didn’t feel like the tongue of a dying man.
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I blame it all on evil humors. Something's leaking.
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He bites and imagines, numbed by want.
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Once when we were new she swung her foot in rage and I caught it. Black stocking, toenails polished red, beautiful silk appendage. Urge, desideratum, compulsion. I pulled her toward me, collapsed us together.
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I'm an artist, baby. We make our own rules.
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The weight of my heart dragged me in dangerous directions.
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The blue Victorian at 1145 White Street shifts in its foundation, creaks, and settles in for the night. The girls are bundled into their beds. My wife, too, has gone to sleep. I’m alone in the kitchen, steeping chamomile tea, coughing phlegm into the wr
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Just a hint of surprise on his brow, then, slam … he goes into charming mode, a smile as wide as a west Texas sunrise.
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This is what happened today.
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Henry demands that his youngest son get a summer job instead. It’ll be good for him, keep him home, STD-free.
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My wife and I are cat people. Indeed, that's how we met. We met at a wake.
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