It turned out tailormade just meant the crappy clothes were haphazardly cut and sewn by a guy named Tailor. 

The faded blue tattoo read "Born to Die" but it wasn't really true it seemed to Sean since (A) the man was old and (B) he was quite spry and didn't appear to be going to his grave anytime soon. 

Alice had now been alive long enough to see a resurgence in the fashions she had found appalling the first time around. 

The eyes, it was the eyes, inhuman, beautiful but reptilian, that simultaneously drew her in and repulsed her. 

 Something was out of place—what was it?—ah yes, sentence structure it was the. 

 If it wasn't the whine of the saws from the neighbor's construction project it was the whine of Kenny's old dog that constantly kept him on edge. 

Lizzie's lukewarm tea reminded her of her husband. 

 The poet could turn carping into couplets, bemoaning into meter.

What was it you wanted—heart and soul or just a sounding board? 

America (a subsidiary of Amazon.com, inc): consume at all costs or thou shall be consumed.

 The hawk preyed and the dove prayed. 

The Devil didn't mind waiting in the wings. 

"Because only the lonely truly understand love," he replied to the now empty room. 

 She could not understand the depth of that kind of loss so Laura simply hugged her friend as long and hard as she could. 

Age is only a number until your body disagrees. 

The internet is both a palimpsest and an INDELIBLE DOCUMENT. 

 Menacing mendacity, fog-like, a miasma, rolls across the land, a squirming, slithering creature choking out truth.  

 He was the only atheist in that particular foxhole. 

 Nothing (everything) matters.

That summer day, even the ice cream truck's music sounded as if the blazing sun had warped it into an off-kilter whirl of meaningless notes that trailed the vehicle as it dragged itself across the baking asphalt. 

She wished she could dream again that dream of wishes fulfilled.

Time ticking down ticking towards an inevitable ticking conclusion when the ticking ticking ticking finally stops. 

Being clever only takes you so far, so good. 

 Where did those words of mine go?

The meaning was perdu dans la traduction. 

The two boys, arm in arm, smiled at the camera from the vast distance of a million moments waiting to be lived and the inability to foresee what they would be. 

She wondered if perhaps the pandemic had finally killed off her desire for company. 

 I spotted the gander today so long alone swimming near shore side by side with its new mate and I was as happy as a father on his son's wedding day. 

Ugliness could reveal itself gradually and it had nothing to do with the body. 

You are careening towards a crevasse while watching cat videos, oh America.