We drive to where his
girlfriend’s dad says the haunted
tunnel is. We freak.
Contemplating midnight urban exploration
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We drive to where his
girlfriend’s dad says the haunted
tunnel is. We freak.
We drive to where his
girlfriend’s dad says the haunted
tunnel is. We freak.
They walk the carpet.
We eat takeout Chinese and
scream for our favorites.
I walk in. He licks
my hand, grabs my fingers with
gentle teeth, won’t let go.
Today was her last
day on a job I said ‘don’t
quit’ two years ago.
Not enough time for
cookies, cards, decorating.
Which one do I skip?
Brainiac Barack
cheerleader Oprah campaign.
A Disney moment.
Happy, they’re kittens
fluffy and sweet. Mad, they’re all
claws, spitting, hissing.
“She hurt my daughter,
so I wanted to hurt her.
Can’t you understand?“
Some men hug, but G
envelopes, holds tight, then gives
back more than he takes.
She takes such care of
me, reads maps, keeps track of things.
A good friend, and more