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Love, what a life it has been without you. You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. Love, I hold your hand while I wait in the checkout line. You don’t mind if I ponder Kardashian reign or buy a pack of strawberry-cheesecake gum, you never have. I know your hand already, the way I [...]
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Because she asked for a poem about the stories of our lives, or being on the road. HEMINGWAY THOUGHTS The one my oldest youngest self thought she would marry texts me from a tiki bar perched on the neon edge of one of the foolish states. His eight-point Arial words bob on the surface of [...]
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I spend this thing called life scanning my horizon for signs of yes or no. I love the maybe of the seabirds as they pick their way across their ruined stage, littered with broken shells and the fat, sloppy potholes of human feet. Audience participation is encouraged. They size me up. You? Me? Maybe? I [...]
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The waves come and the waves go. I am sitting in the sand, leaning against a square concrete bonfire pit by the Pacific Ocean. I study the Ocean Beach pier in the distance. I take a few pictures of kids playing in the shallow waves. The waves come and the waves go, like Anthony. He [...]
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I had this great longing to be in love this morning, he says. Then I had lunch, and shrugged it off. Too time-consuming. I tell him he makes me laugh. He is Chekhov’s lost one, who strayed from the Promised Land of Moscow in search of a Hollywood sitcom. I wish I was trying to [...]
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Her father mentions a new dance class she’s interested in: ballet. She beams at me hopefully. I can feel the panic, the noose tightening around my neck. I can’t bear to tell him in front of her I am behind in payments to her other dance class, her only extracurricular activity, I still haven’t paid [...]
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On the way to school the other morning, from the backseat: Sophie: Altered DNA is the answer to the universe. Hattie B: [decisively] NO. 42 is the answer to the universe. I think this exchange would hold up in a court of law as proof I am doing something right here.
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1. He wants his shirt back. I am sitting on your bed when this news arrives. Oh my, you say, eyes wide: all mischief, no malice. We lived to tell. Who gloats with a car wreck smoking fresh behind? Lucky, is all, we know it. 2. Cal-i-for-nye-ay: I will erase the red X on my [...]
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I am alone tonight. The potluck has been rescheduled, due to prior engagements and the Oscars and a missing tooth and a Vicodin hangover. I cook anyway, amid the chaos. The house is an absurd, comical mess, as it always is by Sunday after my on-week with the girls. Cobwebs, dog fur, rugs askew, bills [...]
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Choo. Choo. Choo. CHUP CHUP CHUP CHUP. Choo. Choo. Choo. Choo. CHUP CHUP CHUP CHUP. Choo. Choo. Choo. CHUP CHUP CHUP CHUP CHUP CHUP. I lean against the doorframe, looking out into the backyard, watching the dogs snuffle the perimeter. Overhead, in the spindly pine tops, unseen birds call out, in their respective languages. I [...]
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