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Jun 2014
Tania slurps her cheap beer and uncrosses her legs,
exposing fresh bruises from the soup factory.
She outlines them in marker and draws
a smiley face on one located on her right thigh.
These bruises tell me that my life is composed
almost entirely of bad decisions
, she says,
replacing the cap on the marker. I ask how
a decision could form such a perfect,
purple circle. Between swallowing
beer and peering into the rain,
she burps. I can't say, but--
I mean, do you want
to have ***?
Later on
I drive her to the
hospital and I visit
a therapist. For
a few months.
Edmond Guillaume
Written by
Edmond Guillaume  Oakland, CA
(Oakland, CA)   
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