One way to measure the passage of time is to count the number of days since you last had sex. I’ve lost count. I only know it’s been more than three years for me and my husband—at least with each other. I know this because
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I was walking into the building where I work. It’s on Illinois, off West Market. When I was halfway in, I heard a man shout, “He’s leaning against it!” I don’t know
On the First Day of the Year, I Try to Write You A Love Poem after We Drink Until 5 AM Kitchen floor cigarettes light into the New Year like birthday candles–the
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When the sun drips underthe mud, I dive up. Dusk to dawn, baby. I knowwhat it is to wait all night, to holdheat in my throat like a secret. I wishI could
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