The first time I ran a red light there was a boy in the passenger’s seat who laughed. The first time I put a bracelet in my pocket and left the store without paying, there was a dark-haired girl waiting to put her hand in mine. I want to believe that love makes me reckless, […]
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It’s cloudy here, and I’m not sure I feel real. Coffee never tastes the same twice, and there is always a part of my body that smells like Fritos. (Today my belly button. Yesterday the backs of my earlobes.) In the mornings is when I want you most. I didn’t not major in English to […]
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Driving into the mountains is always remembering what I’d forgotten, the air filling in something that had been deflated, seeing them looming, heavy on all sides pressing down into me like I want. Touching you, the weight of you, body pressing into me, just like. I had wanted to be a city girl but I […]
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