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Alone at the cheapside, waiting for my half-friends to play bar trivia, drink down a salt sea of margaritas. The wind rises, steals squared napkins who become brief black gulls. I watch them fall to knots by my hands. I think then of the quiet museum lover who preferred hands over anything else. Easier to stay separate, easier to control. It drove me half-mad, like the night she picked a fight with two strangers on the walk home from market. I was livid but kept silent, our mutual anger boiling over into *** as usual, her hands furious and purposed, as if that night stood in for all the nights; as if she might pry me loose and keep me near, a particularly nice bedside trinket. That was years gone now. The crass tequila drags me back: the evening rides a sorrel mare, tramples a flimsy, ramshackle sun into the yesterdays where it belongs.
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7d ago
May 26, 2026 at 10:42 PM UTC
Hands
Alone at the cheapside, waiting for my half-friends to play bar trivia, drink down a salt sea of margaritas. The wind rises, steals squared napkins who become brief black gulls. I watch them fall to knots by my hands. I think then of the quiet museum lover who preferred hands over anything else. Easier to stay separate, easier to control. It drove me half-mad, like the night she picked a fight with two strangers on the walk home from market. I was livid but kept silent, our mutual anger boiling over into *** as usual, her hands furious and purposed, as if that night stood in for all the nights; as if she might pry me loose and keep me near, a particularly nice bedside trinket. That was years gone now. The crass tequila drags me back: the evening rides a sorrel mare, tramples a flimsy, ramshackle sun into the yesterdays where it belongs.
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7d ago
May 26, 2026 at 10:42 PM UTC
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