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    your hands were cold and small and all your fingers were the same length and you dare ask me if you had the skill of my thick armed boy who’s neck I always found myself staring at, trying to make out the fading imprints of my lips. a cold hand on pink lace in classroom darkness is nothing...
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    don’t even say that to me. I’ve hated my body so much I’ve burned and scratched it and our friend Eloise throws herself against walls until there are holes in her sheetrock and purple kisses on her shoulders. Sylvia Plath slammed her head in an oven and our friend Georgia tried to k...
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    How many flavors of chapstick do you know? How many lipstick stains have you bleached from your collar? How many flavors of gum have you tasted through foreign tongue? Tell me darling, is more than a handful really a waste? How many times exactly have painted fingernails ...
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    The shapes you traced on my back (stars and diamonds I think) are shapes I hope I never forget. Your fortune cookie tongue on mine is a taste I hope I never brush away. Your hands climbing my ribs beneath my shirt melted my skin and now your hand prints are on my bones. Somehow I forgave...
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    I won’t give a damn if there are red marks on my lower back from sticks and leaves as long as it’s you who peels the t-shirt from skin. I won’t give a damn if there’s a mosquito bite on my breast as long as you promise to stop the sting with the heat of your tongue. You won’...
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    Sometimes at night, while i struggle to hold you, you slip from the sheets to get a glass of water, but never come back. In the morning, I forget to turn the shower on because I am too busy staring a the yellow tile. So I stand there, cold, naked, raw and think of nothing but you and the reaso...
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    She wakes up and her back aches. She fell asleep on the couch again. Loneliness turns bed sheets to snow and she has never been one to embrace the cold. She runs veined hands across her wrinkled face, wipes away drowsy remains of her dreams. She folds laundry, metal buttons the only so...
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    Saudade (noun ; longing, nostalgia) I. We were the dirty footed girls, the truth twisting girls, the secret keeping girls; laying in a field somewhere tying knots in the stems of daisies and blowing white off dandelions. We had slightly red, wide eyes with wet lashes. Through shadow...
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    We were made to hunger for lips like fingers beg for rings. In the corner of the room you tried to kiss me. My skin was stretched tight against my ribs. “starving from a lack of kisses” you said. I guess that was true, but your kisses could not fill me and I am still sorry. Every...
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    my fingers are made of chalk and your body is a blackboard. my waist is a paper bird and you are an origamist. my collar bones are branches and your lips are sunlight. you taste like cinnamon gum, you smell like tangerines, and your hand on my cheek melts away all the cold. the bac...

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