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street crossing

I saw a guy cross the street
He had a different life than you
He’s not in prison

She sat thick on him

Like spaghetti, Like syrup, Like a waist.

She was delicate

In his hands,

Like spaghetti

Through his lips,

#drugs

Hi! Rachel,
Super
excited
to
meet
you.

You can call me Alice
or Anna
or Bellgarden
or Beatrix
or Beatrice,
whatever works for you.

model homes

They lived in model homes
so he knew exactly where to take her
when he carried her up the stairs.
Her house was like his house,
except their bed was in a different place
from his and his wife’s, which was by the bathroom,
whereas theirs was by the window.

thin

I was sitting next to her
and she was just crying. Crying and crying.
We were sitting in the dark theater
watching a play about slavery,
Father Comes Home from the Wars,
and at certain inexplicable moments,
she would just cry.

silhouette.

mine.

it sits behind me.

She forgets a lot.

she already forgot five years ago how hard you used to work.

she’d already Completely forgotten how easily you became infatuated with
men just by watching them…

I saw hands once,
They were your hands.
Exact same gait and build.
But then again they held the news up in a way yours never would.

8.17.12