March 2010
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Jockey Full of Misery
There was a time when I wondered if I listened to too much Tom Waits to ever get laid again. I was drinking old man liquors and smoking things I couldn’t pronounce. I was hitting on waitresses and bartenders old enough to be my mother, and I was handing out roses to schoolgirls on rainy Wednesday afternoons. I had a hat from my grandfather, and I looked like skin and bones in a suit that didn’t...
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Nine Weeks of Waiting
“They’re gonna fuck,” I said when you answered the phone. I had been watching this relationship build through my window for two months full of Mondays and tonight was definitely the night.
“How can you tell?”
“Flowers, a bottle of Hendricks, and high heels.”
“She finally invited him to the bedroom, eh?”
“That too.”
It would be more accurate to say she dragged him to the bedroom. I noticed...
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Perfect
It’s raining, and I’m going to admit that I’m not in the mood to fuck right now. Are the two related? It’s possible.
There’s something about the sound of rain that lends itself to doing other things in bed. My body is tired in all the good ways and the sheets feel perfect. The pillows feel perfect and I can feel the tension running out of my body every time I stretch. On nights like this our...
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Good Morning Shower
I watched you this morning in the shower. I watched you undress with sleep in your eyes, turn on the water as hot as you could stand it, and climb into the tiled stall with your head still down. I could see you slowly wake up as the water covered your body and you began to wash.
You smiled at me through the glass and the sleep was replaced with something shy and mischievous at the same time. I...
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I just texted him to come over because I want to see if his hand fits...”
– Texts From Last Night
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Anything in an Alley
“Why is it that I always see men getting blown in alleys and bars? It’s always some pretty girl kneeling and doing the hard work while he stands there and moans dumb shit over and over again.” “As oppose to?” “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe a guy on his knees for a change? Maybe, just once, a guy would drag his girlfriend into the bathroom so he can taste that pussy he’s been thinking about all night....
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Thirty Seconds of Thinking
Today was made for her to wear that dress. If I had the courage I’d tell her she looks like someone I used to be in love with, but courage seems slippery right now. I can tell her she’s pretty and I can tell her how The Wings of the Dove ends, but no one’s ever gotten laid with the help of Henry James.
I’ll wait until she puts the book down, and maybe I’ll notice her eyes are slightly less...
