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making love pleasantly when an explosion in the left armpit like a Skilsaw ripping from rib to arm he may be dying in the saddle but he clutches his chest and leaps yes literally leaps from bed to kitchen to refrigerator to drink pickle juice straight from the jar this is not madness he’s heard pickle juice cures muscle spasms now here’s proof or at least anecdotal returning to bed “what was that?” she asks “just a cramp” he says “please don’t die” she says frowning “wasn’t my heart” he says romantic mood is pretty well shot but this too is ********** of a high order she tangles fingers in his gray chest hair as he drops to sleep she watches the fingers rise fall rise again while he breathes he dreams
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Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 8:02 PM UTC
pickle juice
making love pleasantly when an explosion in the left armpit like a Skilsaw ripping from rib to arm he may be dying in the saddle but he clutches his chest and leaps yes literally leaps from bed to kitchen to refrigerator to drink pickle juice straight from the jar this is not madness he’s heard pickle juice cures muscle spasms now here’s proof or at least anecdotal returning to bed “what was that?” she asks “just a cramp” he says “please don’t die” she says frowning “wasn’t my heart” he says romantic mood is pretty well shot but this too is ********** of a high order she tangles fingers in his gray chest hair as he drops to sleep she watches the fingers rise fall rise again while he breathes he dreams
first published in *Rat's *** Review*
joe-cottonwood
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Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 8:02 PM UTC
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