For Xing Ke She didn’t represent the night; she was the night. Her long black hair cascaded down her shoulders and back and wrapped around…
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For Nicole Drunk on wine with laurel wreaths tangled in our hair, we felt like queens running through the weeds Our hands clasped together, and…
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Brutal. That was the perfect way to describe this summer. Brutal. The air conditioning in the apartment complex I lived in decided to cough out…
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For Ari We lay down in the trunk so other cars’ headlights don’t catch us, acting a little rebellious, despite the party being only a…
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Galaxy goddesses: their nightgowns are woven from collections of constellations and trails of comets; their eyes burn like sun; their crowns are made of…
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Where are you going? Stay a little longer Your nightgown flutters at your ankles, like weak, broken-winged, white butterflies The blue roses on your gown’s…
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I received a present today. It was quite plain. A bland-colored box, no ribbon or festive wrapping. No “To:” and “From:” tag either. I…
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Immersed in the black cauldron I’m soaking in a boiling hell My sea witch hair Surrounds me like tangled fishnets They try to cut it.…
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Several summers ago we rode our bikes around the cul-de-sac Our wheels would jump off the cracked pavement For a moment, we were gloriously airborne…
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Before his big day, I was invited to Dave’s bachelor party at a rented penthouse by the shore. I thought we would hang out on…
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