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I drank every night until late and drew earth-shaking conclusions.

I’m covetous of my worldly neighbor. And he’s not accommodating.

“No, no,” we say. “We’re fine! Really! We love things just the way they are!”

I remember speaking to Allison who asked me if I wanted to be a girl.

“You mean to fall in love with your wife while I’m gone,” she said.

Cerberuses ran in packs, terrorizing drunks who fell in the snow.

The door opened, and Dan stormed in, shouting, “Motherfuckers!”

If Vann kisses her, a mist will rise in her brain. A promise of oblivion.

“You know what they say about
free health care. It costs money.”

Albert came to her rescue. “The Great Gatsby’s our religion,” he said.

We fed our dreams inevitable sins, the kind you lie about till you grow mean.

How do we get there, to where we can answer what the jingle is asking.

Someone seems to have made an excellent age-specific insight.

I miss sex. I really liked it, and I was good at it, if I do say so myself.

Mama would say beware of the little flaws that make one homely.

She always came back with her lipstick smeared all over her mouth.

We’d never had a cross word, but I’d never corrected him.

There was nothing sadder than the look of defeat in a man’s eyes.

You gave me blue and I gave you yellow. Together we are green.

The war was about to begin, and the four boys were
in charge.

Can there have been something in my letter, that unlucky letter?

I was opposed to the taking of human life. I was opposed to all war.

The window washer smiles a little and licks his lips. Nadine smiles back.

Give him a bottle of red wine. You’ll be his best friend right away.

The Nazis are training some of their storm-troopers here in America.

He never stopped reminding me that I was born in Harmony, Georgia.

Without a working title, a poem could muddle meaning, confuse purpose.

A rumour went round that the Australians had bulletproof clothing.

Mrs. Ballinger is one of the ladies who pursue Culture in bands.

“The basis of literary friendship is mixing the poisoned bowl.”