December 2009
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in bed.
“write” he says. My laptop is warm, resting on my bare thighs. I sit in bed, between his legs, my back propped against his chest. Our body temperatures have adjusted to one another’s and I can’t tell where my skin ends and his begins. He soft fingertips trace the line of my neck down to my shoulder, my tricep. His lips kiss the curve of my left deltoid, gently. They work their way up my neck to my...
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i miss being inside of you. your body. it’s so warm, wet, soft. i could live there. slice you open like a tauntaun, climb inside and never leave. would you let me be your Hans solo?
i’d never do that. i could never hurt you. i must find another way to experience you. completely, consistently.
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he stands behind her, his arms wrapped around her body. she looks down, his forearms folded across her breasts, tan and freckled, lightly covered in fine hairs bleached by the sun. he wants to protect her, to make her feel safe. loved. like in songs, movies. he squeezes, she reaches up and intertwines her fingers in his. he leans down, kisses the nape of her neck. he will be there for her forever,...
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detached.
i don’t really care, if you stay or go. but, i love you so. that doesn’t make sense, does it? it’s true. i push you away and you come back, i’m glad. if you didn’t, i wouldn’t mind. but i hope you always come back. i love you so. when you finally don’t, i won’t be sad.
i am, we are, it is a contradiction.
i love you, though.
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you’re pregnant.
i’m a virgin.
no, hun, you’re pregnant.
i’m a virgin.
he instructs me to undress, place my heels in the stirrups, slide my ass down to the edge of the chair. the nurse tosses a paper blanket over my knees, it rustles as it settles into place.
i hate the way the speculum sounds. the clinking, the metal on metal: it makes my teeth rattle. he slides it...
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it’s been too long. i miss your whining. your disdain for life but unwillingness to end it all. i’m almost sorry i took care of that for you. almost.
me, in the parlor, with poison in the absinthe.