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The phone was ringing and I waited for it to stop.
We Built This City on terrible songs.
Time to get your hands dirty, you say.
Your girlfriend’s been in an accident, they said on the phone.
He leaned in to kiss her. She turned away from him, this stranger.
Unearthing the self-love I buried so deeply.
Your writing meets glossy print & digital.
My parents dining alone when they meant to dine together.
She sees a warrior queen who hadn’t aged so much as she had blossomed.
He started to tell me about his life.
You should do what you want to do, what you think is the right thing to do.
Being the perfect mother isn’t all that hard.
You’re a star in the making. Feel good?
Yoshihiro Hattori knocked on the wrong door.
All the while my panic rises with the water.
Delilah discovered this wine that’s only 14 bucks a bottle and pretty damn good.
Had they known about her truth, her story all along?
I waited for Kevin on his front porch.
We come to the big city Denver, big protest rally.
I think you’ll want to be there.
The flickering lights of life unfold .
These days I’m just happy to be playing. Just enjoying myself.
There is no such thing as lunar panels.
Hell, the universe expands until it dies. Why not me?
Everything, she thought, is an accident of where you are.
To those who go on incomplete, carrying yesterday in trembling hands.
What were you thinking about so hard?
Blink, blink: I love you. Blinkity-blink: I am your Sweetheart.
I’d finally seen a painting about the world I lived in.
Dandelions gently floating through the air, turning into stars.
My sister wants to go to an American university. If she can go, I will play.
She’ll be crying about her mama, saying she’s gone and do I remember when we were kids?
This was the hellishly hot week I was let go.
I can’t remember if we could go home.
Let me raise a glass of bubbly to going bankrupt and living solo.
Katherine reminded me that I was still worthy of love and respect.
An old woman on the bus is knitting something enormous.
That day was a deep green dream that I hold tight.
I’m here to pick up the painting.
My father tells my abuelo he’ll leave the island and never come back.
Do you value your phone more highly than your life?
What’ll I do? Guess I’ll travel some.
The circle breaks—scooting back, we open a space for her.
I really want to hug you, but I won’t. But I want you to know that I want to.
Se me está agotando el tiempo.
We wasn’t doin nothin, just shootin hoops on the roof.
Bukowski said that there was everything and nothing.
Surface tension, that’s what it is.
Ferryman, ferryman, I paid your heavy fee.
He could forgive the sins of everybody, especially President Nixon.
There is a story here. Perhaps just not the one you’re looking for.
Most of my classmates are taking science courses. Me, I prefer Shakespeare.
Nobody had jobs for him today, except someone who wanted him to rob a bank.
What happened to you, man? What happened to that passion?
I want to be like you. Another shot. Why don’t you love me? Shot.
Yeah, but Mercy, he lives on the other side of the ocean.
My mother has been missing for nine days now. Not dead, but missing.
In times like these men turn to desperate measures. Can you blame them?