To see someone you love, in a bad setting, is one of the great barometers of gratitude.
AIMEE BENDERAs soon as you laugh from nerves or make a joke or say something just to say something or get all involved with the bushes, then you blow open a window in your house of desire and it can’t heat up as well. Cold draft comes in.
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As a writer you ask yourself to dream while awake.
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It is so often surprising, who rescues you at your lowest moments.
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Pouring over me, but it was a different kind, siphoned from a different, and tamer, body of water. I was her darling daughter; Joseph was her it.
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I could feel the tears beginning to collect in my throat again, but I pushed them apart, away from each other. Tears are only a threat in groups.
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He was also removing all traces of any tiny leftover parts, and suddenly a ritual which I’d always found incestuous and gross seemed to me more like a desperate act on Joseph’s part to get out, to leave, to extract every little last remnant and bring it into open air.
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Mom flipped through the magazines like the pages needed to be slapped.
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It’s such a fraught and exciting and kind of horrible time.
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The wine glasses are empty except for that one undrinkable red spot at the bottom.
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But what I kept wondering about is this: that first second when she felt her skirt burning, what did she think?
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It was like we were exchanging codes, on how to be a father and a daughter, like we’d read about it in a manual, translated from another language, and were doing our best with what we could understand.
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And the warmth of the music inside her, did she believe, for even one glorious second, that her passion had arrived?
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As soon as you laugh from nerves or make a joke or say something just to say something or get all involved with the bushes, then you blow open a window in your house of desire and it can’t heat up as well. Cold draft comes in.
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You’re the perfect girl’, he said, rubbing his chin. ‘You expect nothing.
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The stories themselves haunt, they stick around, they linger, inhabiting a little corner of the reader’s brain and resurfacing to evoke mystery or sadness or longing.
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and I get refill number three or four and the wine is making my bones loose and it’s giving my hair a red sheen and my breasts are blooming and my eyes feel sultry and wise and the dress is water.
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