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She must know she was a mistake, what they call now a surprise.

Meghan Dunn

What would make a sane person want to watch such blood sport?

One felt all the poor lady’s barriers were falling save her manner.

By chance you saw. So much had become chance in your life.

This morning I watched two elephants dance the boogie-woogie.

She had a situation where she’d lost her driver’s license for speeding.

If you want to know what to write, ask yourself what obsesses you.

We were in a play about affection. We were in a play about sex.

It almost makes you cry, to know that you are no longer needed.

The pain lithified to numbness, and she recalled the time of his courtship.

We talked. She was the same inside as I am, from the same kind.

The first time the world demanded more of me, I was twenty-nine.

The people with pebbles go home to frolic under the detritus of the day.

I hear myself giving advice in my father’s voice: Take the emotion out.

It takes a strong woman to make any sort of success in the West.

Joanie’s face was something she’d borrowed from Miró, from Picasso.

His looks were Russian. He was surrounded by mystery.

When he kisses me, my heart flutters in my chest like swarming bees.

What humanity needed was that gravity-defying miracle, the bird.

Sing so dogs bark, oxen bolt. Sing so a girl walks out on her lover.

The tomatoes weren’t there. She looked again at the ground.

After nearly a year of dating, I never stopped thinking of that other boy.

If mine, then, is a religious Offence, leave it to religious Punishments.

This would not be a wooing meal. I was cooking my man into submission.

She often feels something kinetic between herself and younger men.

“As your brother, I ask you, how did you get that scar on your face?”

There would be no one to live for; she would live for herself.

“The secret to happiness is not wanting,” Lars told the Buddha.