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Three Nights to Marriage

Three Nights to Marriage

Tell her, just tell her, I told myself. She towered over me on Broadway as we crossed in front of traffic, her long legs stretching…

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An Arranged Marriage

An Arranged Marriage

The first time we met, I forced myself to like you. Tiny, hard, blind pimples scattered across your forehead, a wide jaw. Peroxide-blonde streaks marbled…

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Droog 76

Droog 76

Our last bottle finishedno said my Russian friendthere are always seven drops leftseemed empty to me he holds the bottle up and waitsexactly seven dropsthere…

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THE WINTER EVERY PEN STOPPED WRITING WHILE THERE WAS STILL PLENTY OF INK LEFT

THE WINTER EVERY PEN STOPPED

was not a metaphor, and I like to thinkthe weed wasn’t either, the wayit took me three monthsto smoke half an ouncebecause I had one…

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MY FATHER’S FATHER HAD SYPHILIS

MY FATHER’S FATHER HAD SYPHILIS

He was a peddler in a horse-drawn wagon that sank beneath a load of watermelons, canary-yellow corn, bushels of gladiolas and mountains of ruby-red grapes….

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The Pistol as Means of Communication

The Pistol as Means of Communication

To not go home in January, I will burn my new calendars, as if they were bridges. An exercise just for show? What do you…

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