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In Short on February 9, 2012 at 12:10 pm

We sprint toward the bed, high on laugh-gas, slumber party glee.

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In Short on February 8, 2012 at 12:10 pm

It tasted as pure as a spring, clean as a tap cooled by moss—he was impressed with those ideas—when a mountain of wave crashed down on his back with a sound of metal breaking.

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In Short on February 7, 2012 at 12:10 pm

With arms of seatbelt wrapped around her waist, windshield eyes upon her face, keytapping in the ignition, the air vents whispering to the beat—she swirled and turned, dipped downand stretched up, wiggled and shook, finally loosening her hair.

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In Short on February 2, 2012 at 12:20 pm

Like a trumpet aflare the shouts sharp burst up out from the shack, disturbing bees and beetles small with guts full of the dead. Scurry: now it comes.

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In Short on February 1, 2012 at 12:10 pm

I never saw the garden, never saw the heart-struck lovers writing their names with wild rapture upon the walls of the Governor’s tomb.

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In Short on January 31, 2012 at 12:10 pm

A squirrel nuzzled your foot, and a toad had found its way inside your open mouth.

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In Short on January 30, 2012 at 12:10 pm

Some people had perfect nipples all the time being sucked on by supporting actors of varying degrees of accessibility.

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In Short on January 27, 2012 at 12:10 pm

That night, the air between us is cruel.

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In Short on January 26, 2012 at 12:10 pm

A little pain is good. It lets her know that her body is still there, attached to her mind by a thin thread, that there is still some give and take with the world.

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In Short on January 25, 2012 at 12:10 pm

You’re just, well, listen—it’s hard to be beautiful when you’re a poet, he warns, you can’t have everything.

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In Short on January 24, 2012 at 12:10 pm

I started thinking of prettiness as me.

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In Short on January 19, 2012 at 12:10 pm

She wondered if she could love him, if she could convince herself that it was she who was strange.

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In Short on January 18, 2012 at 12:10 pm

I have a pale, wretched face, an injured hand, but your breath tastes purple to me and far from everywhere.

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In Short on January 17, 2012 at 12:10 pm

I asked him what he wanted me to do with his denim, but he didn’t wake up so I rubbed his denim on a naked light bulb.

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In Short on January 16, 2012 at 12:40 pm

At the center of the fountain, lips pursed, you pose Poseidon-like atop a hippocampus.

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