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June 2009
17 posts
Melvin I and the Skates
Melve was nine and a half when he smoked his first cigar. It was at his mother’s charity banquet, the third one that year, something about seals in Antarctica. Melve’s true babysitters were the drunk husbands of their absent-minded wives, every allowance went to either a Chanel bag or one of Melvin’s mum’s banquets. The men treated him like something else, helping forget...
May 2009
16 posts
Everytime I shut my eyes, there’s a sea inside.
Birthday
You and I, floating on a cloud shaped like a whale.
Eating pink and blue cotton candy. I wore my best pants and your hair flows like honey down your shoulders. Your lips so sweet from sugar and pale like your cheeks. Veins tight, knees locked and I can’t feel my feet but you read my mind and walked exactly where I wanted to take you.
The Ferris wheel.
It was pouring and your butterfly...