Tag Archives: Relationships

Candy

Candy

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My bladder feels like it’s about to burst. I got this frickin UTI, which is so goddang embarrassing because men, especially men my age, ain’t supposed to get. And now, I gotta take a piss real bad, but I refuse to get up from the sofa . . .more

Alternate Route Suggested

Alternate Route Suggested

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Kenny was twenty-one when his son was born, and now at twenty-two, he regularly revised the last several months, envisioning himself as an author of the choose your own adventure books he read when he was younger.more

Insurance Against Extinction

Insurance Against Extinction

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Lee flashed to his claustrophobic apartment as it was during stay-at-home orders. Greasy take out containers, alcohol, the constant ticker of death tolls on CNN, and the revolving door of frightened, horny, women. Like Bono, he technically had enough to keep him alive. He was going through the motions of breeding in captivity.more

Candles And Petals

Candles And Petals

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He was a mama’s boy with a mouth full of trash. more

Love—

Love—

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Five years I had tended to an increasingly severe depression. It had no identifiable beginning. Or if it did, we were not aware of it. The liveliness of her manner dimmed in a strange progression. Her highs were always attaining the same height, but her lows found newer and newer depths. Until the highs became a tolerable apathy, then nothing. more

Lights Out Helena: Montana, 1992

Lights Out Helena: Montana, 1992

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Onscreen, George Bailey is wandering the streets of Bedford Falls, pacing by the house of the girl he is meant to be with but doesn’t know it yet. I cry when he shakes her like a rabbit. You think I don’t know that love?more

Cool Red

Cool Red

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If it weren’t for the rabbit, he could make it all work.more

Will You Completely, Eagerly, Hungrily Devour me

Will You Completely, Eagerly, Hungrily Devour me

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I reach for your hand, but you pull away, sweat splattering across the ground. You shoot me a questioning look and I pretend to read about how ostriches don’t actually stick their heads into the ground. It shouldn’t be a big deal. But it’s hot and I hate the zoo. Maybe, I should just smilemore

Master Plan

Master Plan

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I will sit in my company’s unfinished office space with a woman I hardly know and tell her everything about me, from the most deeply personal details to the most inconsequential. During our interaction I will drink high-quality gin to facilitate the telling.more

Marriage Laundry

Marriage Laundry

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Sam was teetering underneath that fragile leave-stay threshold. She had to make it just past that…more