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SUNDAY LUNCH AT A THAI RESTAURANT

It started with another mention of Dad, the C in Chemistry you didn’t know about, or the friendly next-door Honduran neighbors that just moved in, that you told me not to trust. My hand gripping green plastic chopsticks, your soup … Continue reading

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PNW LOVESONG

Picture by x1klima on flickr.com. I don’t miss Los Angeles but I miss the bay area: treelined streets and hills those birthday cake houses clustered in a mound on your slopes, mint leaves in my coffee and bokeh lights of … Continue reading

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WHY I DON’T DATE PRIVILEGED PEOPLE: A LOVE SONG FOR THOSE TOO HUNGRY TO WASTE ANY TIME

A love song for those too hungry to waste any time. Continue reading

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A REVERBATION

My heart beats in unsure sidesteps, a-doki, a-doki – holds and release I feel you with each squeeze, the crunch of your nails digging into the pockmarks of my skin The ones you created, loosened, made indents in the smoothness … Continue reading

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QUEER SELFISHNESS

Picture by Linzi on flickr.com. We had a selfish six weeks together. I wanted you to strip, to corrupt yourself before me, “tell me your darkest fears and mistakes” and muddy the facades I thought you had while clutching onto … Continue reading

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THE TAP ROOM

I remember glossy-brown countertops, dim lights, and cigarette smoke in the afternoon. The smell of liquor, old men in tired flannels, stretched suspenders, and gray hairs, huddled in a crowd at the booth. hard peppermint candies tasting of stale mint … Continue reading

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WHAT I DON’T KNOW ABOUT THE MAN WORKING IN MY OFFICE, ON THE THIRD FLOOR

typing up thank you letters and removing commas, I sneak glances of him in the conference room at lunch, smoked ham and quinoa? — or out the window when he smokes, pensive expression facing the supermarket — and entertain thoughts … Continue reading

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