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We all ran out of the house into the communal garden without fences. There stood Von Rotten with a smoking rifle in his hands, and our mascot Digger lying on his side, limp. We all looked at each other in disbelief.
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My mother walked out of a grocery store. My father drove up in a car, a fast car, silver, a car that goes vroom vroom.
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His wings were down when he got into the truck. It was a used UPS truck we’d bought from someone in Berkeley, and we painted out the letter “S,” so that it just read “UP.”
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Slowly, she eased me
into my place
where I melted
into the dark seat
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She and you ascend. Don’t ask questions of science, you say. Time, distance, gravity, vacuums, breathable air. Don’t ask, how do you do this. Most importantly, you say, don’t look down.
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When we lived in the attic we were make-believe.
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her being half my age and he my husband
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The pantry door squeaked slightly when opened. It sounded like an admonishment. After all, he wasn’t hungry. But he stood there, in his threadbare socks and drawstring pants, staring at the life she had accumulated for them.
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Six/Sex
The day he was served
with divorce papers
in the driveway...
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Without my glassesI can almost bear to look at youyour dark ringed eyesfilled with some failing hopeyour jaw, tightened against the tideof harshness you want to spewthe skin on your neck fallinglike unfolding crepe origami.Sitting with your folded armsa picture of…
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I move about the kitchenbriskly, smoothlypans and whisksflying in my handsefficient harmonypeeling, choppingbringing the ingredientsto their kneesin pleasured gratitude.It is the world I occupythat occupies and sustains me.Will anyone in the Worldknow me when I leave…
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I bounce aroundon hobbled kneestripping all thatI have known tobe myselfmy nose and eyesrunning their newknowledgeinto my sleevethe sofa armthe towels that cannothold it.And he sitsgazing into the distanceoblivious.
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His subway job offered some protection, but the layering of earth was nothing compared to what water did to insulate him from the Sacred. And that’s what he wanted. Peace from God. Five fathoms down usually did it.
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Panini stood around the pan like an audience at Madam Butterfly, applauding but jalapeno with envy...
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