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“A morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs” – from some book by someone. Friendship with me is tax heavy, it feels good till the deadline. I’m selfish. There’s no way around it. I’m expecting you to read my mind, sense my mood, adjust, tie my shoelaces. My mom and dad used to do…
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There was once a boy named Wabi. Rough around the edges, he wondered if there was anything other than him, till he met someone rougher. And realized how repulsive he finds someone tangled in their mess. So Wabi ran in circles, someone that caught his eye, at first familiar but as he got to see…
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Wall. What do you do if you’re on set, and we agreed to play these roles and never break character but you do? Or I do, and you forget there are people watching? I’m in another movie this time. Low light, noir, smokey, cold. All this happened so long ago, all of this agreed upon…
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“No, I didn’t. I mean, I looked at the book and knew I wouldn’t like it, so I picked up something else. You should read that one. It’s great,” the self-proclaimed people pleaser says. Here I thought I had coasted the seven seas and would never again feel the glee of amusement. It’s no surprise…
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On days I open the window And let it stay openSomeone drifts inToday it’s youTomorrow him And herThey all have namesI named one rainThe other sun,Someone stars. Wove them into my world Even the silhouette of the cat on top of the backyard door Plays a roleBut it’s all the same to me Embryos of deceit Waiting for the window to openAnd…
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I have never seen him shy.When I was young, he would swift away The curtains deftly, without a word — Urging. Just before we would leave the hotel,He would pat down my coat,Summon a tissue to wipe an invisible stain.Always preoccupied, him and me.We spoke different languages,And I could barely stand to look him in…
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Soft sunrays breached the curtains of Mrs. Aritzia. Specks of light on her powdery comforter, and when she opened her blue e- Woah, wait. No. She wakes up way too late for that. The sun was already out, and she woke up. She had her dog fetch her coffee. Dressed like a butler, the dog…
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My dad used to take me to his office. He’d have his meetings, and I was in the room next door, drawing. There was a stack of printer paper ready for me, and I’m sure I’d use up 500 of them a day. You could say we were both working at the same time. Interestingly,…
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I met my Al at my best,Lines raking the edge of his eyes, Burnt at the neck,An old cat.I wish I could say beautiful, But he was invasive, warmth creeping in.If I looked away, his voice unbuttoned My being.It’s always cold in this city, The moment I step away for My beloved cigarette.She reminds me…
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My friend, Jordan. One of those moments you don’t remember the first time you met. But you guys know I remember. He’s my reference point. When I think about him, I think about Florida and ordering take out, and walking to Dunkin’ Donuts in the evening and no matter how hard I tried to blow…
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