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Deathexpand_moreHere’s a first, he said, some nutbag wants to dig the grave himself.
The story doesn’t begin until the van breaks down, I always say.
Jimmy’s jacket, mittens, and shirt were in a pile next to his frozen body.
The store was one of his last-ditch efforts to make a pile of money.
Ed McClanahan
We ate and then made love, the windows open to deafening twilight.
I returned to Vietnam with a tape recorder to collect ca dao.
The exurban dream of it all, to enter is to have the ability to exit.
I decided to go for the least lousy choice and have the surgery.
Somehow, Captain Brown made himself respected in Cranford.
The mortician who painted our girl was not a somber-suited officiant.
See no evil, hear no evil, speak
no evil, eat a banana.
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Glen Le Lievre
Complicity can crease the tongue back on itself like an origami dog.
I’m the shrunken dead like them, here, greening the sky’s bluer potion.
On the anniversary of your death, a memory sharpens, as if illuminated.
It was like a scene in a movie; it didn’t seem real. The man kicked her.
I am tamping down the earth with the flat side of a blade I am burying you
