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I am a 33 year old drag queen, and I frequently confuse my dreams with reality. Each morning, I awake to a research project: what has actually occurred, and what was a dream? Today I woke up believing I'd lost a pound, so I weighed myself, and I was right.…
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Fridays always said it was time for golf,which left me wide, wide like the space between your teeth,on the stoop til you'd let me share your palm with your nine iron.I was a utility. Your gap toothed divot tool or a headcover that had your smile.Sometimes you'd gawk back,…
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two died that year /
well, you know . . . . /
baby you can drive my hearse /
it couldn't get much worse
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Part of Life, I heard Dad say for the millionth time.
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My dad drove a Model A Roadster
and had a photo taken of him on a hunting trip up in Wisconsin
with one leather boot up on the running board
and a .22 caliber pistol in his hand
like Ernest Hemingway and Clark Gable rolled into one
My dad ro
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Jesus has monkey toes and breasts.
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She tells me how
they caught a cat;
four dogs
one leg each.
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And it's a tough thing
to become a father,
a contradiction;
guiding a child to avoid the things
that you know about so well.
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I know he's an accident waiting to happen.
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All the Jack Daniels does not help me sleep.
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Fantasy is useless but here is mine.
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“Can you let the love win?” she asked.
A reasonable question.
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Refuse to go to the church service, even though you already missed the funeral. Tell his mother something came up. Call his phone over and over, just to hear his voice, until his mother asks you to stop. Make a recording of his voicemail. Delete it an
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This is where he died, she says to me, and points to the damp pavement. Her hair is wet, and slicked against her neck. The humidity is making everything engulf her. The sleep shorts I bought her last July are loose on her now, but between the rain and
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It was the first time I saw his hands tremble. He was looking at me, waiting for an answer. He had bought a new shirt and tie and was wondering if it looked good with his suit jacket. It didn't. But it was his hands I couldn't take my eyes off of as he fumbled with his…
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