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Posted on February 26, 2019 Leave a Comment
At 7 a.m., in the nearly empty parking lot of a well-maintained office building – a building which, by the way, had a contract with Metropolitan Flower Exchange for regular placement and maintenance of seasonal plants, as well as a super named Joe, whose broken Italian-English often left us mystified – I sat and read […]
Factory of the Elite
Posted on March 25, 2014 Leave a Comment
Fatal lip gloss girls pucker self-conscious memories in a deep twisted taste of twinkling blush. Sinking that tooth in my bottom lip, fighting those tears of exhausting expectations harbored for mere mortals like myself, in the hollow trench sloshes astringent acceptance of standards inhumanely high -too high indeed- even unattainable, for the awkward and ill […]
Morning Train
Posted on March 19, 2014 Leave a Comment
When I awake with my usual bloody lip salted and curdled in a mutinous fugue of fatigue, only then is every next day of manic perception ushered in. Another day ahead -I pray only for blackness- for to be defined by the monotony of progression is to be emotionally waterboarded. It’s an erratic regimen, erotic […]
A Girl by the Bridge 
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