April 2010
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she stands in her window, bare chested, eating a banana. it sounds more sexual than it looks: she doesn’t seem like an exhibitionist. just a girl with no shirt on eating fruit, in her window, in her apartment, in the building across from mine. innocent. innocuous, even, but i can’t take my eyes off of her. she sees something on the street below and leans over. her breasts are shaped...
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Nina Semen: A Letter To Men...
There is almost nothing more important to us than our music. If you walk into our home, get into our car, shuffle through our iPod, please refrain from turning your nose up at what you hear. Nasty comments about Justin Timberlake will have a similar effect to you pinching the fat of our upper arms and commenting on the flabbiness. Plus, we don’t judge you for your Akon collection (openly).
We’re...
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we walk down the aisles of the grocery store, back and forth, killing time, waiting for the clock to strike two. it’s sunday: here in the south you can’t buy alcohol until after 2pm on sundays. i hate the south.
you’re the color of peanut butter she says as we pass the nut butters, marmalades and jams and jellies. the strawberry jams are fresh, procured from the local farm just...
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he raps on the door to her soul with knuckles knobby and hard. she opens up, pulls him in, wraps him tightly in the sinewy fibers of her conscience. he kisses her, she sticks her tongue down his throat, he begins to choke. he claws at her bare skin in an effort to free himself from her grasp; moments later his hands are covered in blood and flesh, but she is undamaged. he hates her as he dies.