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a peach velvet sofa

a beige suede recliner

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cold spaghetti

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he’s free refills

he’s crushed ice and champagne

he’s runny yellow yolk 

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my hair's a brown recluse spider

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i told you my hair snarls at the nape of my neck

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good, young pussy

I’m seventeen and laying on the floor of my bedroom watching television

He’s calling his two year old daughter an asshole on premium cable

I laugh with my whole body– I fall in love

It’s a month after my twentieth birthday and

“will you take your coat off so I can look at you?”

jokes that don’t answer themselves completely because then you think about them forever

I pull at the collar of his shirt

don’t you think he’s hilarious? he’s fucking hilarious.

I’m putting my pants back on with my legs stuck straight up in the air and it feels like he’s trying to get his daughter ready for school in the morning and he’s annoyed because she’s going to make him late for work

I feel guilty for being twenty

“to me you’re not a woman. you’re a girl. I wanna give you a sweater and a ride home. I don’t

wanna fuck you. I’ll jerk off to you, but I don’t wanna fuck ya and get involved. I do wanna fuck

you but you won’t fuck me, so fuck you anyway–

I’ll totally fuck ya”

I’m sitting in the back of the auditorium with my boyfriend, clapping

what picture are you looking at? you ask

the one of you holding a birthday cake, he says

he cums while you listen

“I started dating younger women, and it was really exciting. But after awhile I was like, this is just dumb. You date someone younger and it’s…limited. There’s no future in it. And as far as just going out and getting laid, that got kinda tired for me very quickly.”

I walk into the lobby and wait for the elevator

he handed me my shirt from the corner of the bed

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i’m sure she’ll piss all over herself for you

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“like pressing on a bruise” 

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i saw her name on your call log while my head was pressed against your shoulder. my body turned towards you. your feet tucked under my leg. 

i saw her name and i got up and put my dress back on. hung my purse around my shoulder told you I was leaving