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Better When Silent
Y stands in front of her house. Warm night air gathers here, blood pumping to her cheeks. I brought something, I say. She dips her fingers into the bag. Do you ever miss it all…
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Was I Good?
As if someone had flipped a switch you had now become pleasant. Afterwards my friends spoke of how charming you had been, a first-class listener, with follow-up questions that dug deeper. You had stared at them with your wandering soft pupils and they imagined you were sober. The next day I waited for you at the kitchen table. “Was I good?” you asked.
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The Winter Road
It must have been January because I was smoking. Read about the long slog of winter, and yes, we had our own version. At this time of year we were alone out here, could cordon off…
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No Stops
On a train. The conductor asks for my ticket. I realise I haven’t bought one. I ask: “All right, where is this train heading?” “How should I know? Do I look like I work here?” The…