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the work of a week

monday There is a great debate that has been raging for years: does the week start on a Sunday or a Monday? Advertisements

First Lines #3

She opened the sepulcher of her mouth. Continue reading

At great cost

I wanted her. I wanted to love her. Continue reading

ache

I ache every time the sun sets I curl around the softness of my pillow It fails to be even slightly adequate a replacement For the softness of your body 

Fever

You give me no fever. That, you must understand, is the difficult part. You give me no fever — I do not dream of the sinuous curves of your legs twining about mine

#11

I become universes in your arms

Slipping palms

She gives me sweaty palms. I met her, randomly, at a party

First Lines #2

The first sensation you have upon waking is pressure. No, wait, that’s not right. It’s more than just pressure; it’s The Pressure. And sometimes, you can’t even breathe.

First Lines #1

“9/11 happened. And then so did I.”

The news

“I don’t read the newspaper on the weekends. I’ve no time for the ‘cruel facts’ of life when there are 48 hours of real life to be had.”

Raison d’etre

"Raw," she said. "I want something primal. I want something bare and naked. I want you to give me this life raw, unbidden, unhidden, free, fair, and true. Can you do that? Can you do that for me?"

One may only try.

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