i wondered if you’d be at the cathedral this morning, thought you might be. i’ve wondered so many things about you lately. sitting next to each other there, st. mary star of the sea, saying our easter prayers – it’s the most amicable thing we’ve done together in months aside from fuck. i prayed to […]
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our bodies are a beautiful country
r- sits in my candlelit living room reading jorge borges. he sips from a glass of my good californian whiskey. my dog and i lay on the sheepskins nearby, listening. i finish a cup of half chamomile tea, half milk. a bit of honey. i think about how r- is a teacher and try to […]
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