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My AVM – draft
English: Low magnification micrograph of an arteriovenous malformation in the brain. HPS stain. (Photo credit: Wikipedia) My belly button is off center. If you drew a line down the middle of my body,...
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The Wait
Once, when we couldn’t find it anywhere, Norma asked her friend Debbie to come over. “It’s shitty dope,” Norma said. We were sitting on the couch in the living room, watching a talk show. Neither of...
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Low Tide in D Minor
That love is still there, moving through amygdala to hypothalamus, tangled in my hair, sticky on my thighs. My skin still vibrates. The space where you were is still pulsing. Your mouth told me more...
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Melrose and Vine
Have you ever gone out to meet someone, intent on saying good bye, and an hour later you’re half dressed and breathless against a wall in a motel room? Remember buying the connect for $200 and a couple...
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The History of Bass Players – excerpt
Johnny replaced Tom in the band. He had a goofy smile and long shaggy hair. His appearance led to my friends dubbing him “dumb bass player guy,” abbreviated DBPG. “Are you seeing DBPG tonight,...
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The History of Bass Players, Zombies
Last year I went to this same Halloween party as a zombie cheerleader, but I left after a half hour and a volley of frenzied, apologetic, indecisive texts. I left, thanked the host, claimed early...
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Deerfield Beach is Perfect
Deerfield Beach is like Bakersfield in the middle of the tropics: trailer parks bordering clear warm water; the air at dawn brilliant and pink and filled with cigarette smoke. I like to swim out far...
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Brokedown
#dopetown His skin tastes like 5th and Hill. He’s so new that kissing him feels like a relapse.
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I forgot this is how it feels, this mind-numbing obsession, these fractured nerve endings craving something more visceral. I forgot how good it feels to be pushed down, forgotten, remembered, turning...
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The unpredictable ellipsis used to turn me on. Anything open ended felt like a flirtation. But the ellipsis never resolved and I felt stupid because what I was reading wasn’t what you were sending....
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