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"Red" was published in theNewerYork Electric Encyclopedia of Experimental Fiction on 8/13/2013:http://theneweryork.com/red-gessy-alvarez/
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I carry extra weight and acne like battle scars and badges. I read this thing online the other night, something that Updike said after Kurt Cobain killed himself and everyone heard about it from Kurt Loder a few minutes before I left for an 8th grade dance where…
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Papa says an adding machine tape has gotten tangled up around his legs. He pulls it off his leg, but it's really his catheter tube, so he wets the bed. I tell him he's not in a tree, and I clean it up. He tells me all about it for an hour, and I to bed.…
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"baby, I'd like
to put your face on a hot air balloon
and release you up into the sky."
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Give me hard men with Montana eyes two-stepping in reptile boots.
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Most days you couldn't win; the constant nag from the fact that it was all a game was your only comfort. I was at the unemployment office again. The gal at the counter'd seen me enough to know when the printer was out of ink so she could walk away.
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We were offered mannequins that had pubic hair that grew and swirled, and could visit like a pet, and sit in your lap
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Svart Annika sits at the Formica table in the kitchen of her shabby flat while the Unicorn presents, one at a time, the creations he has prepared.
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I once saw a TV commercial that showed a group of Anglo retirees laughing around a card table. The slogan 60 is the new 20 floated beneath their fat, fun-loving heads. My parents are bona fide Baby Boomers. Their lives are build on credit and catchy…
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She believes that this started with a phone call when she walked out of the deli yesterday. She believes that it started when it was snowing this morning in Brooklyn, waiting for her car to arrive, but the truth is, this journey began a long time ago.
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a poem about an abduction in my NYC neighborhood
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Gripping the sink, head bowed, I let the blood gather on the rim of my nose, pooling for a moment, before its fleeting journey towards the basin.
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one of those love poem things
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Dee startled awake from the dream, sat up in bed and looked around the room. The dream came back--hazy, yet clearer by the second. Dee had been warning the girl in her dream that he was a monster; that she shouldn't talk to him, should stay far away from him. …
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Now, he was here again, alone, drawn back by those memories.
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