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He standsAt the bathroom sinkNakedUnaware that From where sheSits on the bedShe can see himShe watches himHer skin warmingAt the sightHis unchiseled torsoMoving Toward and awayFrom the mirrorCarefully flossingShe knows Without seeing itWhat his face Looks likeAs he examinesThe reflectionOf his teethLooking forFood debrisHer gazeMoves down His bodySettles On his marbled assAnd her handsAnticipate The…
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She sells flowers Between cars Her feet ache And burn as The heat rises From the Asphalt Though her shoes She sells flowers Between cars Her hot face Glistens in the Sun Sweat stings Her eyes Under her Dirty Broad-rimmed Hat She sells flowers Between cars Her cracked lips Smile At drivers And passengers Who…
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My Tio and his Gringa Walk hand in hand Unfazed by the passage Of years And the accumulation Of ailments A handsome couple He in faded cargo pants His shirt delineating His slim figure A neatly trimmed White beard Accentuating the Darkness of his skin She in a flared shirt Of reds and oranges Perhaps…
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In the split second it took her body to propel through the windshield and her skull shatter on the pavement, splattering gray matter over the median, over the car she flew out of, even over other cars as they drove by, Eulalia thought more thoughts than she ever imagined possible to think in such a…
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Target opened on the outskirts of the north side of town. The good side of town. The store, unlike Kmart on the south side, could not be reached by bus. The brick facade with the red bull’s eye and shiny red-framed automatic doors loomed over the vast parking lot and could be seen from the…
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They called him John, not because that was his name, but because he looked like a John, in the same way they had once called their kid’s coach Mr. Dwarfman because he looked like a dwarf. They had no idea what John’s name was. When they saw John, they said “Hey”, or “What’s up?” being…
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I sit on the couch, a cooling cup of coffee nestled in my hands, my flesh absorbing its remaining warmth. I sit, silently making an argument for laying my stiff morning body on the floor to stretch. Thinking about how it would be me then transferring heat to the floor not yet warmed by sun.…
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The Donuts’ shop is like any other Shipley Do-Nuts. The glass-less display cases sits behind the counter. The donuts are predictably arranged by type of filling, with the cake separated from the yeast, and each of these in turn showcased in single-color rows. The dark-pink cherry donut share a tray with lighter pink strawberry. Mr.…
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She is brought back from near slumber by the sound of his chest hair crackling softly under the light pressure of his fingers gliding through it. She struggles with this sound, with this action. It elicits jealously. She is unsure if it comes from not being the object of his touch or if it comes…
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We lie side by side. Our legs entangled. His head resting close to mine. His hands exploring the contours of my face while my fingers stroke the hair at the nape of his neck, feeling the feathery softness. The fan above wafts the scent of his semen into my nostrils. I can feel it dribbling…
