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We're together under my sheets, pink jersey cotton broken up by a milk-white knee or brown shoulder, clashing with the red flannel button down caught up around my feet. My tank top is hanging from the knob on my underwear drawer and there are two pairs of jeans in(more)
Turn the deadbolt in the front door, slide off the privacy chain. My my bedroom there is a bookshelf and on the bookshelf a weathered copy of The Iliad. I cut out the last twenty-five pages with her xacto knife and in the hollow I keep a key. The(more)
One month from now, if all goes according to plan, I'll be sitting in a classroom in my hometown, learning about human anatomy and germ theory. But maybe, one month from now, I will be giving head to a girl I have just met in the bed of her(more)
Alarm clock sounds. Wake up. Take stock.

/Crash/

Get out of bed. Touch face, arms, legs, empty bedsheet. Rise, balance, stand.

/Crash/

Stumble. Steady. Check the mirror. Regret it. Pull over long sleeved shirt. Pull up jeans. Look for socks. Give up. Pull on disintegrating(more)
She reminded me of an old acquaintance. Something about her nose; maybe it was her cheekbones? Maybe the way her lips were naturally set on her face down-curved, which made her smile that much more drastic because she had to mean it. Maybe the way her eyebrows, too, were(more)
We left the party giggling, hand-in-hand, alcohol glowing hot in our cheeks. He was trying to rap, finishing whatever song had been playing when we left, but his words were coming slowed and slurred and he burst out laughing before he could finish.
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