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I’m not sure if this is what I think it might be. But I flip the seat warmer on for the passenger chair when I’m on her street. And I made her a paper snowflake (a spooky one because she’s goth and too cool for Christmas). And I dropped off a Tupperware of arroz con… Continue reading

Sidewalk Baby is SUCH a good one. Continue reading

Throw me on the fucking ground. Do it, I dare you. (Please, you don’t know just how much I want it… slam me on the floor and press your weight painfully into me. Let me see your glee as you manipulate my body…) Continue reading

She has my jacket. She was wearing it when I presented her with her own knife. Have a taste… Tell me, I said the night before over text. I’ll listen. We sat on my rusty boat jacket on a rock and watched the shadow of the tide roll further out. She started while bathed in… Continue reading

I lied to my aunt today. It didn’t feel good, but I didn’t know what else to say. Yes, I ate earlier. Yes, I’m going to see a friend. Yes, I’m doing just fine, thanks. I’ve been lying for a while. Continue reading

I drove myself to the gas station after six white claws at a policeman’s house party. His wife, a nurse, watched me and laughed. I should try her margarita mix next, she said. I left them and their stupidly large dogs sitting their hot tub. The cashier asked me for my ID. I smoked my… Continue reading

She’s a wrestler. If I asked her to teach me, would I be able to deal with everything that might happen afterwards? She’d pin me down with her body, and I’d let her. She’s sharp where I’m soft, all lean limbs and calculated movements and stark shadows. I’m room temp butter. I can’t stop thinking… Continue reading

Oh oh oh oh I made a fabulous one at work today: Goodnight Popcorn. It’s so cute! Continue reading

How much of me is too much? How much is too little? Would you like me spread thin over something with serrated edges? Fluffed up and folded-in thick? Not too much, just right, some more of that, please. No thank you, I’ll pass. Continue reading

Sharp focus? Nah. Syrupy, soupy warm and sweet existence. Time skips and lulls. Holds. That one thing never happened. This other thing is forever. Wine is awesome. Continue reading