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corps: like you
These wide open days have been wasted on me. I spend them inside, agonizing over the abstract future, those hypotheticals B all but forbade me to employ around him when it comes to us. The hardest...
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entanglements: letting you go
On Thursday night, I arrived, slightly disheveled, at a trendy tapas bar on the Lower East Side. I was late, an emerging habit I wasn’t sure whether to like or not – does it make me feel less...
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entanglements: Atlantic and Bond
The sun was going down as we sat at the pier. I’d sat quietly and let him fill my ego steadily over an hour, a cocktail, and a glorified snack bar dinner. My first week of work, a real job with a...
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[unfiled]: amalgam
New months have that easy way of seducing me with their illusions of a clean slate. August, the lushest, most bittersweet of months, is no different, but I resist it. It’s perhaps August more than...
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entanglements: jetpack
It hadn’t been more than four months, but it still felt strange to be preparing for a first date. I stood in front of the mirror, excited and irritated by the lack of viable date outfits I had on hand...
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Protected: entanglements: three variations
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unsent: memorandum to future lovers
Sometimes, like now, my mind rails against your existence. It’s the only thing that justifies the hurt of ending another entanglement: to assume none of you were ever real, the past, present, and...
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entanglements: lights out
I didn’t think you’d come. After the whole ordeal–the weekend when my messages to you went unanswered, when I decided you must be breaking my heart, when I made you a factor in the shedding of my hair...
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entanglements/corps: i’d buy a big house where we both could live
The noise of a year’s end sounds like a crescendo of voices, of chatter and coos and snatches of music–it sounds a lot like a loud, frenetic party. The social calendar fills up with alarming speed,...
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Protected: entanglements: acts of service
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