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Please Note That I Am Not Burt Reynolds*

Burt Reynolds

There was probably a point when I should have mentioned that I wasn’t actually Burt Reynolds.

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Babylon

It had to do with desire, the Eugene O’Neill sort of desire, the sort that you can’t ignore, that you shouldn’t ignore. It would be wrong to ignore.

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Lovely Theater

Blue Eye

nothing linear for the learned, no betters, none worse, no caste, but processing, there’s only 10 kinds of people in the world, the on-off switch fires or doesn’t fire for them, the on-off switch doesn’t exist…

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Election

I believe in the things that you believe in, he said. You and I are one, he said. That makes sense to me, I said, where do you sign me up, so he took me to the voting booth and held my hand while I pressed the button.

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No Gold Rush

It was during my last year as a graduate student in San Diego that I experienced for the first time what it meant to be the object of someone else’s… how should I put it? “Romantic interest”? “Passion”? “Love”? Until then, love had been for me something I was in, and the object of my affection was either dead, or a literary character, or some other unattainable person.

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Public Enemy

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If he was one of the ghostly dead, he would be able to speak with these spirits, free to wander with them among the trees of laughing bells. Such free places would never be created on earth, he had finally come to understand.

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When the Evening Reaches Here

I stared down into the toilet bowl and the thick yellow ring inside. I’d noticed it before, but never so close. I thought about the Dutch girl.

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Town of Strangers

The last thing I remember from that night was dancing on a table with a pitcher in each hand, singing “Sonuva gun, gonna’ have some fun, in the bayou.” Inside, I could hear the bloodhounds coming.

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Lividity

Without my heart the world seems very quiet, hushed, like when a storm knocks the electricity out. I hadn’t realized how loud it had been, the steady beating, the rush of blood in my ears, until it was gone.

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A Design History of Icebergs and Their Applications

Here is a new winter, a season apart from memory, untied from any author’s signature, all but autonomous.

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Fat People Fat Camp

The two bodies formed a single massive silhouette. Eight whispered into Four’s ear, “If it were daytime, we’d blot out the sun.”

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Break Through Whatever Happens to You

You’ve gone crazy and I pity the ill-fated woman you’ve become – you who through no fault of your own lives like a prisoner and trudges through life like a pregnant woman slowly pushing her belly

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Life of the Mind

My dad was a noble man. He refused to leave behind his possessions in the wake of disaster, and after an accident on the highway once, he stayed in his car as it was towed to the repair shop.

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First to Go

The symmetrical rows of Nazi-planted pine forests click by like the tines of a giant hairbrush. The forest for the trees—a saying that means missing the big picture. Guilty, she thinks. Guilty, guilty, guilty.

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Zeitgeist Fitzgibbons, Marketing Maverick, Talks Tactics

Barely restraining my anger, I made him say the word ‘niche’ with me. We pronounced the word variously, and he chose his favorite rendition. I then informed him, ‘The mainstream is a hallucination. It is the opium dream of plump buffoons and tyrants, who categorically deny the ascendancy of niches.’

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