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Natasha

Natasha, Emailing me to ask for help two years after spitting, “Lose my number!” into the phone before hanging up on me is so much bullshit, I can smell you in Maine on the west wind here in Seattle. It’s … Continue reading

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First Time

Deeply smitten With script unwritten On opening night Stage fright gripped me tight With fear outsized My naked body improvised Searching for my lines Grasping for the signs Encircling my hips And kissing me on the lips Put me at … Continue reading

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