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Cool Man
Read more: Cool ManThe cool man on the couch was not invited, so he pretends, by brooding with beer and balled fists in the cushion sag. So stoic, so wise, to be captive between friends who warm the waters with talk of masks and traffic. He squirms to save his manhood from the chatter, as the people on…
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I put a spell on you
Read more: I put a spell on youDarken the page and fill the pot, one in hope, the other punishment, just to see desire fall to pieces— I spy with my witch’s eye a driver gunning uphill in the rain. Try as I might, scry all my might, he’s gone beyond my shining and protection. We started under June stars, elderflower and…
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Ghost Bride
Read more: Ghost BrideTime to learn and time to lapse. It grows harder the longer without. All that remains is curiosity for— not the touch itself, but the reaction. To feel your hairs rise and curl in momentary unease, then agreement. To feel by flesh, not figments. It grows harder to love when the loneliness has wrapped you…
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Warm body
Read more: Warm bodyNod and choke. They don’t care. Don’t be the maiden on the prow. Spit out the salt, unpetrify, and go to Wine and Yoga. Don’t let them waste you. Don’t let them rot you. Don’t let them pare you down like a shank. You are more than flavor and fat and better than their mastication,…
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Blue Morning Room
Read more: Blue Morning RoomI figure there are better things to do than scroll. It’s 6:16. The room is blue, the cat is up, and rain is ringing the fire escape. I went out last night, having dreaded the obligation but known that, once I hooked my heels over the barstool footrest, I’d relax. Smile real. But all that…