first impressions.

I.hips collided like an auto wreck, crushing bone, skin, bruising //unfortunately uncalloused, unable to pretend this energy was merely coincidental or entirely nonexistent but instead borne of a subliminally premeditated convergence,every time she fell to the floor she’d have to sweep the pile of herself together again after going to pieces //atoms bounced around like blind butterflies against intestinal muscles and […]

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good meal at mitchell’s.

I kept wanting to, after we’d switched sides of the booth for a change of scenery, cut the soft part out of your “special” cinnamon raisin French toast and dance the crust around in syrup. I kept wanting our waitress, or the busboy I scared away with my explosive laugh, to come back for coffee […]

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