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Tiny sinewy arms wrap around my neck and scruffy boy hair rubs my cheek, our feet intertwined his toe taps mine annoyingly. That boy, that boy I made out of thin air inside my stomach, knitted together legs, arms, eyes, lips, lungs, spleen and fingers that hold my hand tightly and sweatily, just like his [...]

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Walkabout

We go to the familiar and cheap or free places every weekend when we hang out. I love his tiny studio apartment on Biddle Street with the giant working marble fireplace, wood floors, stone courtyard and clawfoot tub. Magical pancakes come out of his tiny closet like kitchen and there is always music playing. My [...]

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who knows me in Wisconsin?

What up, Wisconsin? Someone tried to call us, we did not answer due to likely hood of telemarketing but now, lo and behold, there is someone reading me from Wisconsin?
I don’t know anyone in Wisconsin.
Do I????
love,
blabblahblah

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come into the parlor

I invite my mom over and she never comes over because I live in the ghetto. I live in a dump. I live where she is not and I am free and she is not. So she doesn’t come over. She comes over after work and we sit in the communal parlor with the fancy [...]

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It just wasn’t

Its late and I want to go and see my favorite local band and I have the night off. I pester and badger him into going, “Get dressed, come on, lets go, will you dance with me?” He frowns, as he is permanently doing, pauses and tells me, “Stop it. No, I won’t dance. That, [...]

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hot tubs in the sand

In my very favorite car my Dad ever owned, the royal blue Austin Heely Sprite with the soft top and little black leather seats, we drive to Mexico, as far as you can go without a passport-about 200 miles to Ensenada to a town called La Bufadora where we camp on the beach for a [...]

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ohferchristssakes

How do people work, like, everyday? I worked four days this week and need more than just two days off. I have two days in a row and the last day I worked I cried in the elevator. Is that normal for most jobs? And, that new Intern, the one from Africa whose accent I [...]

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