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our marriage book, it says. I look through it. they lasted ten years. they were young once.
By the time they called me to dinner I was able to pull up my clothing and walk to the breakfast nook where we ate all our meals except on Sunday. There were two pillows on my chair. I ...
at North Avenue 21 drunk tank you… there was always some guy who woul… way to the crapper and then you would curse him good,… he would know enough to either be…
rose red sunlight; take it apart in the garage like a puzzle:
My German doctor walked up. The one who had given me the blood tests. “Congratulations,” he said, shaking my hand, "it’s a girl. 9 pounds, 3 ounces.” “The mother will be all right. She ...
her shoes themselves would light my room like many candles. she walks like all things shining on glass,
drinking German beer and trying to come up with the immortal poem at 5 p.m. in the afternoon. but, ah, I’ve told the
dumb, Jesus Christ, some people are so dumb you can hear them splashing around
I made practice runs down to skid row to get ready for my future. I didn’t like what I saw down there. Those men and women had no special daring or brilliance. They wanted what everybod...
what you see is what you see: madhouses are rarely on display. that we still walk about and scratch ourselves and light
they photograph you on your porch and on your couch and standing in the courtyard or leaning against your car these photographers
the sun slides down through the sh… have a pair of black shoes and a p… brown shoes. can hardly remember the girls of m… there is numb blood pulsing throug…
feet of cheese coffeepot soul hands that hate poolsticks eyes like paperclips I prefer red wine
Sara was preparing the turkey dressing and I sat in the kitchen talking to her. We were both sipping white wine. The phone rang. I went and got it. It was Debra. “I just wanted to wish ...
was on the train to Del Mar and I… to go to the bar car. I had a beer… back and sat down. pardon me,” said the lady next to… sitting in my husband’s seat.”