March 2009
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fake memory #9: at the museum on our first date.
I remember when I steadied my hands on your hips from behind as if to better look at the painting. It was all bold pretense and nothing I’d ever done before, but you let me like we’d been doing that all of our lives, or like it was a perfectly acceptable way to touch someone that you’re not familiar with. You grabbed my fingers and held them and pulled them around so they were...
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More Girl Than Boy
You’ll always be my friend. Is that clear, Robert Lee? We go beyond the weighing of each other’s words, hand on a shoulder, go beyond the color of hair. Playing Down the Man on the Field we embraced each other before I discovered girls. You taught me a heavy love for jazz, how words can hurt more than a quick jab. Something there’s no word for saved us from the streets....
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[dogs and boys can treat you like trash. and dogs...
dogs and boys can treat you like trash. and dogs do love trash to nuzzle their muzzles. they slather with tongues that smell like their nuts
but the boys are fickle when they lick you. they stick you with twigs and roll you over like roaches. then off with another: those sluts
with their asses so tight you couldn’t get them to budge for a...
The future is a monotonous instrument.
– A Book of Surrealist Games
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When I saw you again, distant, sparrow-boned
under the elegant clothes you wear...
– Bruce Smith (After St. Vincent Millay)
Live fully, live passionately, live disastrously. Let’s live, you and I,...
– Violet Trefusis
Submitted by: Mike Muller