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Maybe there's still room.
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Brooklyn's below zero tonight. giggling and balling our fists,
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Well, I've never been a boy before but I swear I'll work hard at it
by faggityann
24 lines, 2 comments,
on Feb 4 10:18 PM
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you shoved your stuffed animals off the mattress, pulled down a thin brown blanket
by faggityann
28 lines, 2 comments,
on Feb 4 10:16 PM
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search under the mushroom caps peer through the brass keyhole
by faggityann
5 lines, 2 comments,
on Feb 4 10:10 PM
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This bittersweet selection Makes my septum piercing
by faggityann
43 lines, 1 comment,
on Feb 4 9:34 PM
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I find myself hungry for a flavor less oppressive, a saffron used sparingly,
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short story (fratboys, rape, adderall, ghosts, blood, sex)
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I am
The aching gut
by faggityann
31 lines, 2 comments,
on Sep 5 5:32 PM 2008
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A stray dog pants towards our car as though we aren’t moving and don’t weigh 3500 pounds.
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A Tightness, a Pressure of the Heart
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Your hair is this
Drunken belligerent thing
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Legs shaking under the flash of Chaos,
twisting and pulsing against dry grins,
by faggityann
30 lines, 1 comment,
on Jun 4 6:42 PM 2008
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no description for seeing
no description for “undeserved hug”
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Q laughs on the back porch
about foster kid track stars
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Two pieces of San Luis Sourdough
drying out on a picnic blanket
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No way to describe seeing him
No way to describe the undeserved hug
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http://stores.lulu.com/jshendelman
it's a pretty intense chapbook, poetry (old and new), fiction... sexcellent formatting as a result of hours spent arranging.
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Patrick holds the joint like a bullet,
tracing the train tracks carefully with his feet...
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can I describe our sex as moths
stuck together
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RYAN STAUSING IS DEAD
and when the telephone lines are hungry
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In Santa Ana they sell mangoes on the street
which is momentous in because this is not done
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“In a fit of irony”
The past slept in juvi for months
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“Do you have pretty eyes”
Do you have
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Is a woman lover still a
woman
by faggityann
19 lines, 2 comments,
on Feb 29 12:09 PM 2008. In gay
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It’s sunny outside and that’s a good thing because it means I can wear my favorite sweater, it’s the green one with the squiggles and somet
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Hey Barry, remember your first? Your last?
Remember cold hot cold hot paranoia, playing mental ding dong ditch
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I’d rather you be whole...
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And how those bodies call out to me from the sidewalk
Where I walk amongst zombies, bodies bodies
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A prom dress never fit so well
Painted you in depth
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Let all this softness
Catch up with us
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Seaweed curling my hair
Seawater stinging my nose
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