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Life Choicesexpand_moreI thought how she must thrash with savage agility when she made love.
The barman emanated paranoia, the male customers sat introspecting.
Somehow my confession became a sharp knife I kept hidden in a drawer.
Your life is your own and then suddenly it belongs to someone else.
Hello, women rising up against toxic men. I salute you. And I apologize.
She has a small solid mess of troubles she longs to upchuck.
Rules are rules. No one comes this close, this fast. Protocol reigns.
Peering into the soap bubbles, she briefly imagined herself inside one.
A dangerous heat came from him, the heat of some interior decay.
Children were driven by deep yearnings that should be satisfied.
In the thickening smoke the workers clawed and flailed at one another.
three women came in their nakedness so i could choose from among them
Hemingway’s Royal typewriter sat atop a volume of Who’s Who.
I want to step out into sun to scintillate for waves to come and spray.
The problem, as it turned out, is: Forever can be surprisingly short.
The car is only a couple years old, but its memory taps into the past.
“Well, it’s a dark world, Suzanne. She’s old enough to know that.”
That piece of flesh you’re with is a high school student, a minor.
Jack picked me up in a car with a greasy-potato sex smell.
He was caught. Of course he was caught. He was always caught.
The mountains out your window make Central Park feel rinky-dink.
What is greater: the distance between these bodies, or their need?
Her wide and vicious mouth blossomed into a savage smile.
He could not stop marveling at the velvet quality of
her skin.
The palm’s outline shimmied in the sunlight against the aqua curtain.
I saw the man for the first time in Budapest on the Széchenyi Bridge.
I’m not the girl for anyone. I can’t just go be a wife.
Eliza Frye
What’s wrong with easy? I mean, who wants sex to be hard work?
After seventeen years we’re parting ways. Breakups hurt, even this one.
