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There was something about her eyes that he couldn't shake.
He stood in line, waiting for his chicken finger tenders and one large size 32 oz. cola. No salad (a childhood aversion he had never abandoned), and no mashed potatoes. Friday night and the eve
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"...We leave crumbs for a serviceable trail, from 6-sided mirrors to our cotton tongues..."
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I kept a journal
for so many years
I've forgotten
everything I wrote.
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It is she, she the economy
of terror, the sexual
economy generating
libidinal, the being
of being economical.
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