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.
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