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| joseph bono, text, blaze, gotham comedy club, 1999, eminem, associate programs, chileanspanish, how i met your mother television show, james v. christy, inside my head, regional internet registry, church, s, original reporting, santo domingo, 8 mile, david steinberg, magazine, russell, british columbia, afiliate, cook and moore, | And something about his tone told you he had no choice. Even if it was to make one afternoon pass. One afternoon. Spent on this bed you are picking up your socks from. The man holds the door open with one hand, a peter cook and dudley moore towel loose around his waist. Family peter cook and dudley moore photographs line the mantel. peter cook and dudley moore You, on the other hand, have none on yours; you have no stories to tell. You are tired of talking and explaining. You were tempted to give your camera to a street urchin outside Bombay airport. Now it lies in the back of a closet. Still loaded with the pictures you took on your mother’s seventieth birthday. She’s seventy-five now. Being fucked has felt like being opened up. This much you now know. But you are thinking—what about love? |
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| A single bark, like a flying saucer levitating, escapes from text the valley and the man’s dog looks up, but only for a moment. You savor the man’s sperm, a shade aromatic, as you walk back into the shower. You notice the man’s meticulously folded towels in the guest bathroom, the long line of text jet-black ants against the sparkling basin. As if some girlfriend had broken a necklace of tiny opaque gems. You know you text will be back, just as the ants will be in the heat. But for now, you cannot stand it anymore and you need to leave. Getting a parting drink of water, you consider the vacant space above the man’s stove. It’s the space created by a husband’s rage. This man starting to uninstall his microwave while the family doctor’s voice was still hanging in the air. His wife was driving home then, diagnosed and broken. You dress by the bed. Arriving home from the doctor, did his wife ask him for love? Patience? Hot coffee? None of the above. She wanted to fuck, Olga wanted to fuck, he told you. |
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