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Women & Menexpand_moreThere in the trees, swinging from branch to branch, they saw Pete.
It was as if my dead husband was flowing within me now, like blood.
We buy a bag of cockles and three crabs, all female, sweet with egg.
He’s got a nice, deep kind of voice. He doesn’t sound redneck at all.
“I can’t die, I don’t want to die, I love life,” Prince Andrei thought.
You don’t feel anything when they cut you, not at first, just the blood.
He studies their mannerisms, looking for clues to the psycho spirit.
In exchange for our labor, we would each be given a new set of clothes.
It had taken Thursdale seven years to form this fine talent.
The students usually didn’t look up to see who was serving them.
Some people you come across you come to love. He was one of them.
Despite seeing the other knockoffs, I hoped my dress would be perfect.
More and more whiskey was required to knock out the elephant.
Here’s the part where you pledge devotion until death, I told myself.
We looked at each other beneath a London sky, on a Zeppelin night.
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How did I ever survive? Maybe I didn’t. Maybe I died back there.
He tossed her over his head like a ballerina, one rough hand on each hip.
My country neither interested me nor inspired any sense of fealty.
“She was breakable, and I probably knew it from the start.”
I uttered words I will regret to my last breath, which is already near.
Her lips had the scent of the first kiss, and a thirst for justice.
Lorena hummed inside her mind, anticipating daybreak.
He said, every night you close the store, I watch you walk to your car.
Half the women around here have a husband in some kind of fix.
What was he, twenty, no, twenty-two years younger than me.
It all started at Phillips Andover Academy when he was fourteen.
Over salad, the Frenchman asked me about work and what I did.
Every voice an epitaph, and then a little tune from the neighbor’s yard.