December 2010
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{ come and blood and ink and come }
Her present was a coloring book filled with pussies and she said, “You know I needed a vagina morale boost. That was very thoughtful of you. … Write that down. I say the best things in the world.” I wrote that down with all the other great things she had said that day. We used glitter crayons to color some of the many varieties of pussies. She dug in her purse for birth...
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{ the key/s }
Forgiveness is love, so why is it that the ones we are supposed to love the most are the hardest to forgive? This is the six-toed cat of The Writer on a drunken street that echoes with music at the southernmost point on the bluest blue wet water at sunset, and you are in another person’s arms, and that person is in yours while a fingerless deckhand hoists sails with muscled thumbs. This...
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{ how was your weekend go fuck yourself }
The look on his face said, “No balloon is safe,” and he raced toward an arch of them tethered in front of a store, ripped them loose and ran down the street with them flying over his head and trailing behind him like a balloon dragon in a Chinese parade. He ran through traffic with the bubbled rainbow and our friend and I ran behind, stomping on strays as they fell off the long...