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she died of alcoholism wrapped in a blanket on a deck chair on an ocean steamer.
“you know,” she said, “you were at the bar so you didn’t see but I danced with this guy. we danced and we danced close.
he spoke to mice and sparrows and his hair was white at the age… his father beat him every day and… lit candles in the church. his grandmother came while the boy…
naked along the side of the house, 8 a.m., spreading sesame seed oil over my body, Jesus, have I come to this? I once battled in dark alleys for…
when God created love he didn’t he… when God created dogs He didn’t h… when God created plants that was a… when God created hate we had a sta… when God created me He created me
if you’re going to try, go all the way. otherwise, don’t even start. if you’re going to try, go all the way.
a woman, a tire that’s flat, a disease, a desire: fears in front of you, fears that hold so still
you haven’t lived until you’ve been in a flophouse with nothing but one light bulb
there is always that space there just before they get to us that space that fine relaxer the breather
she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists
the goldfish sing all night with g… and the whores go down with the st… the whores go down with the stars I’m sorry, sir, we close at 4:30, besides yr mother’s neck is dirty,
the critics now have me drinking champagne and driving a BMW and also married to a socialite from
O lord, he said, Japanese women, real women, they have not forgotte… bowing and smiling closing the wounds men have made; but American women will kill you l…
at their best, there is gentleness… some understanding and, at times,… courage but all in all it is a mass, a glo… have too much.
by God, I don’t know what to do. they’re so nice to have around. they have a way of playing with the balls