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I know this is a horrible way to say it but that’s what I do. I watch her. I didn’t start this confrontation. You brought me here. I don’t really see how you are drawing such straight lines. You’d like it to be black and white all the time but buddy everything is grey. all the area not covered in love or hate it’s grey, baby I watch her. to keep under attentive view or observation, as in order to see or learn something I watch her. When I’m in the supermarket checking the ripeness of melons ...

If it wasn't for your long slender fingers sliding over my breasts I'd be on plane to Boston about to become a pretentious art student a bitter waitress, a complete mess. I'd take pictures of myself drinking wine with red fingernails on dirty white sheets wearing vintage lingerie I would carry a bad British accent do yoga in pearls turn everything into a run on sentence and maybe someday I’ll learn self c o n t r o l not just over fucking We are talking the whole nine yards, diets gym member...

Chayce tears a piece of cardboard from a box and quickly rubs his oil pastels all over them the way he envisions Pollock doing it. He uses blue yellow red and when I ask him why he uses only those colors he says that they are the only colors that matter. I like to remember when things were that easy to explain.

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My son, a bon vivant, vitiates a promise, falls out of grace with many different gods. Doughty daughter, though no toper, never says no to a drink. Their mother’s prepotency reinforced by errant will. I sit by the rivulet, in the ambit of the lord, our absent father.