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For My FatherRemember our old carpet? The brown, shaggy one. At least I think that's what it was like. I wasn't big enough to see over the counter at Wendy's then, and I still don't remember the dog you say we used to have.For My Father
But I remember the living room.
Rolling across that carpet with you is the first thing. You in that white T shirt with the eagle on it. You, me, and my brothers.
We wrestled like we could beat you, while you laughed and lifted us up with hands bigger than we thought we'd ever have.
That's the first thing I can remember. The
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Ohio to Massachusetts"Is this what you want?" she asks. And you can only say "yes" because there isn't another answer that'll fit through your throat. Because you dreamed of this. Because, no matter who thinks it's wrong,Ohio to Massachusetts
it's all that matters to you in a dark bedroom with her hair hanging down in your face.
And the screams that follow? They'll be worth it, you think, and fade out with distance. Like the tears you'll cry on the shoulder of the friend you'll never speak to afterward. The hours of confession of everything you've done to screw up what w
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Paper WeightThe joke that year was the box, and me. How I had, or had tried, to lift my weight in old paperbacks, hoisted them to my chest on wavering legs, buried my face in the yellowed paper, the pleasant smell of time and bookshelves, and toppled backward. How you had to dig me out because you gave them to me.Paper Weight
Somebody told you we liked the same stories. Where sometimes the hero
wouldn't claim his prize in the pages, ending nowhere and for no reason, maybe never heroic to begin with. And you said that it was heavy when that happened. Heavy when you
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SoupReflex suits me child-faced and listening, watching you for clues, but the faint slurp of the soup you're taking your time with, the bird-like search of your fingers for stray threads on a black, mid-thigh skirt aren't saying anything about me that I can understand.Soup
I'm trying to remember who I am today. Whether I've thought of an excuse to follow you home and if it worked, if attentive/submissive was your type or were you waiting for me to help you find a strand and pull. Pull until we found something worth unraveling for.
I think about ta
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