February 2010
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he is engulfed by love for her. it’s all...
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"Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you..."
i have this recurring dream.
i sit in an apartment. it has white walls and ebony wood floors. behind me is a wall of shelves, packed messily with books upon books, crammed tight and uneven, begging for me to exert every ounce of my OCD efforts on it to organize them.
i sit at a desk, also ebony wood, an ashtray full of marlboro light 100 butts beside my right wrist, one hanging from my lips as i...
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i stood, wanting to comfort her. her pain was disconcerting, i had never seen her that way before. having never had my own heart broken, i struggled to find the words to soothe her. i could only say what i felt i should…
sweet girl, just cry. he loved you in the only way he knew how. selfishly. everyone loves different, every one breaks differently. do not let him break you. obsessing,...
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i sit here, watching mad men, and everything feels wrong. just wrong. have you ever felt that way? like you are in the wrong epoch? the wrong body? the wrong life? not like you lived a past one, just like maybe you’re not living the right one?
i should have been born many years ago, with a penis. but if i were to remain a woman, i’d be a stewardess. i would need for my promiscuity to...
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project unknowns →
i have an idea. it’s not particularly clever, but i hope you will participate. you don’t have to do much, simply let me draw inspiration for my writing from your face. it is just an experiment, one that i would like for you to be a part of.
you may email me with any and all questions.
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sitting in the corner aisle of the bookstore, a hardcover graphic novel propped up on the knees of his beaten front jeans, is this boy. clean black and white adidas vulc mids, white wires trailing from the buds in his ears into the pocket of the leather member’s only jacket worn over a white v-neck tee. strong jaw is dusted by a few day’s worth of chocolate brown scruff, contrasted against his...
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it’s dark and pungent; the dimly lit bar is...
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my mom has munchhausen’s, like that lady in red who killed mischa barton in the sixth sense. she used to put antifreeze in my food, mix it in my medicine and tell me i was sick, that i had to take it, even when i was feeling alright. i didn’t know it, my dad told me when they took her away.
she’s locked up now. they did a toxicology screening on me the last time she took me to...
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i stood on by the crosswalk waiting for the light to change, returning a text message. he interrupted me with an excuse me, miss? and i looked up, caught off guard by how attractive he was. he asked for directions in his thick english accent and i obliged.
you’ve got a bit of something right there. he said. after my fingers searched my face in vain, he plucked a crumb, most likely from the...
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it wasn’t long ago that he and i met; me and that perfect boy. i don’t mean perfect for me, or perfect by my standards, i mean simply perfect. it was ingrained into his very existence, he left little trails of it floating on the air behind him when he walked away. it was transcendental, every woman would have loved him, every woman did. i loved him. he was the reason behind standards,...
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i hate black baby dolls. they have no life, their rubbery skin is that unnatural cocoa color with that gray undertone. no real black baby is that color. no real black baby that isn’t dead, that is. all these years of making baby dolls, they can’t work that out?
i hate black baby dolls. with their blank, glassy stares and dead baby colored rubber skin. they remind me of my little...
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she’s quite content in her life without a man. she despises the assumption that because she is alone, she is unhappy. it’s not about not being unable to find a man - have you seen her? bitch is gorgeous and she knows it. it’s not about unrealistic standards - she doesn’t think wanting a man that reads more than sports illustrated, has never paid for sexual favors of any...
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tonight, she will be in his bed. he will wash his sheets and make sure my hair isn’t affixed to his shower stall anywhere. he will try to forget the way it feels to have the head of his cock pushing past my tonsils the way he loves, and enjoy the way she performs fellatio. he’ll feel her skin against his, and her shoulders in the crook of his elbow and he’ll look into her eyes when he speaks and...
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do i love you? of course i love you, what a silly question.
i love you so much that i’d do anything for you. except pull for the red sox. you’d have to boil me in lead, sit my naked body on an iron pyramid, flay me with whips, pluck out my eyeballs with hot pinchers - everything in the elizabethan epoch torture books to get me to do such a thing, and still there would be no...
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he can’t hear anything. the heaviness of massive attack fills his consciousness, he only knows when the train has stopped from the break in vibrations. his clutches his headphones to his ears, closes his eyes and tries to focus on the music.
his mind continues to drift back to her, against his will.
last time he rode the train, she rode with him, straddled across his lap as he held her...
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i read the pursuit of happyness in jail.
i was freezing. they had taken my bra - no underwire in lockup - and my nipples were hard from the cold air, chaffing against the inside of my stiff, tawny outfit. my hair was wild, eyeliner smeared under my bottom lashes, feet bare. what i remember most about those nights were how badly i needed socks. it was so cold in that tiny, beige cell with...
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i remember the first time i spent the night at your place: how as soon as i dropped my overnight bag on your bedroom floor you pounced on me, lifting me up and pushing me back onto your bed; unbuckling and pulling off my jeans; wrapping my thighs around your head.
my roommate isn’t home, you can be loud if you want you whispered into my clit. i was happy to oblige.
i don’t think you...
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crack & porn.
it was past midnight, and i was out past curfew. i couldn’t have been older than 16, being as i was on my first boyfriend and second consensual sexual partner. it was that first boyfriend and second consensual sexual partner that i was waiting on in the living room of the apartment he shared with his best friend, in a shoddy neighborhood on the other side of town from which i lived.
he...
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