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(22) Missed Calls

John 12/13/2018 22:34:07 – Hey, honey. Do you need me to pick up anything else while I’m at the store? Lira 12/13/2018 22:37:24 – Milk, tylenol, salt (for the steps). <3 John 12/13/2018 23:02:18 – On my way home. See you in a few. Lira 12/13/2018 23:03:33 – Okay. Drive safe.

A Sticky Exchange

Hot pink post-it, found on fridge, 7am: Stop drinking my blood Light blue post-it, found on fridge, 9pm: Gross, I would never! Hot pink post-it, found on fridge, 10pm: I know it was you Light blue post-it, found on fridge, 11pm: I don’t even drink blood Hot pink post-it, found on bedroom door, 2am: Did […]

Apple Heart

When I was born, I did not have a heart, so the Doctor fashioned one for me out of an apple. In return, every day for the rest of my life, I was to bring him an apple. Until I was old enough to walk, mama delivered the apple to the Doctor, carrying me swaddled […]

Motorcycle Jack

Her name was Motorcycle Jack and I didn’t know whether I wanted to be her or to fuck her when we met. “Motorcycles aren’t just machines. Motorcycles have a soul. They’re better than people.” That was her motto and I adopted it like the eleventh commandment the summer I worked the round-up, sitting beneath the […]

Until Death Do Us Part

Her hand was soft in mine, delicate and smooth as the day I met her. Not a trace of the spots beginning to darken and form on my own hands. I prayed that she did not look down and notice them. She hadn’t last time, but they were more noticeable now. When she gazed upon […]