A woman’s long bare legs stretched up at the edge of the graveyard.
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Is there some one way a guy should be on his wedding day, dickwad?
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His mooseness was implacable, the light behind him from the trees.
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Oar blades, vast swirls of cirrus at dawn. The dead move within us.
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Walking on Canal Street, I slipped on the curb and fell on my face.
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“She was breakable, and I probably knew it from the start.”
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A father peeled the night / from another midnight & begged / me to lie
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