Your kick was powerful and it was very challenging to change your diaper. I actually felt this kick when you were in my tummy, which made me think you were a boy.
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The trick, she said, was not to let on that you were playing with people’s perception. She could spot a mark the second they stepped in, see the want all over their faces.
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Through these arguments I came to a hard realization. Tommy, so far as I could tell, would not become more like me, or adopt my humanist concerns. Tommy didn’t think like me.
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I’m glad to be so far from industrious men
though still within the ken of their industry
Summer camp is divided into two categories: the naked, sexy people, and the desolate priest boys. The naked, sexy people are thin and they have wide shoulders. Their asses are uncovered, round and attractive to all.
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He had black eyes and black pants and a black shirt. He tied her hands to the window and walked over the rope like a funambulist. “Without haste,” she said, lifting her belly.
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Four Poems from Rebekah Morgan’s new poetry collection, Hotel Alexander (House of Vlad, 2019)
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Collapse another year into novel.
You have become so mature and knowledgeable
Gabbling disjunctively about nutrition and diabetes
Mind muddled by emotional frustration.
Fold your body over it for several hours
You will feel closer to it, closer to your Self,
you dance. i don’t see it. “isn’t it so sad he died?” i asked my coworker, but i was accidentally smiling.
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She preferred the difficult nubs half-buried under the first layer of skin cells. To prematurely coax out a fated ingrown hair. That was special to her.
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She threw her Thomas Bernhard books at him,
it took eight or nine minutes.
even the slightest movement
like heating something
in the shared microwave