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valentine.
late night curled around my spine palm pressed flat against my ribs (i am not going anywhere) your skin is smooth elixir false moon street lamp peers in through shaded glass our bank account is screaming the water heater’s leaking deadlines snarling fierce and threatening and we are deaf moonlight bounces off titanium and we…
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On Love and Writers Block
I’m supposed to be writing about Valentines Day. I need to write about it so that Google will love me and people will read me and I’ll become popular and pretentious and rich as a mofo and never have to work again-but I can’t come up with anything to say. You know the usual arguments…
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April Fox 