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come dance with me

come dance with me

we dance up to the line like squabbling children extending dares across one in the dirt invisible but hugely important international borders and feelings our dance is not organized woman this is no box...

also from my draft folder

also from my draft folder

i remember it wasn’t that long ago really thinking and maybe telling someone that i wanted to feel something involving a woman that i was sick of the indifference which i think ruins writing...

sometimes there are posts in my draft folder that are so ridiculous that they make me giggle, but then i say "screw it" and post them anyway, even though i suspect they'll make you all shake your head and that they'll receive no comments at all

sometimes there are posts in my draft folder that are so ridiculous that they make me giggle, but then i say "screw it" and post them anyway, even though i suspect they'll make you all shake your head and that they'll receive no comments at all

it would surprise many but probably not you to know that i love hummingbirds really it’s true i adore how they are all fast-movey and all over the place wings flapping in a blur...

better. much. better.

better. much. better.

you’re pretty damn smug aren’t you sitting there looking like that you think you know you think one smile one hair toss that cleavage that ass earns forgiveness fuck that i grab those wrists...

please forgive me this time, i'll make it up next time

please forgive me this time, i'll make it up next time

As soon as the plane door closes he feels his sinuses plugging up. Recycled air? All in his head? Doesn’t much matter, he supposes. He rubs under his eyes.  It hurts more than it...

sometimes i lose bets

sometimes i lose bets

It’s been a week since the Super Bowl was played (THE HORROR!!!!!!!!!) but I feel like I must point out one player who should have been in it… Rex Daniel Grossman III Without a...

punctuality

punctuality

The steaming hot water pours down over him. “Counting all different ideas drifting away / Past and present they don’t matter / Now the future’s sorted out / Watch her moving in an elliptical...