ArchiveJune 2012

15 Minute Break

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You turn to her to whisper like I can’t hear you. I didn’t sit near you two to be ignored. Don’t you know that the air slingshots your secrets to me, adding something sour to the aura of the room? I don’t mean to be narcissistic, but when you stare at me and then turn to her, I can’t help but wonder. My watch’s thin tail ticks in between each snicker. The tail...

Fuck Fiction

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I need to love you, before I write about you. Imagination can be stale. Forgive me but, I can’t help but stare. Narrators don’t speak like you. Each sentence pulses profanity. “Fuck this, that.” You want to be judged. Words can’t mold the way you walk, talk, gaze at them, me. You try to get me angry. Keep your hands joke-filled, ready to poke at my spine just to see...

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