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There’s Something You Should Know About Me
I won’t waver. Change, you sense like strangers’ star signs, like the contents of meals in restaurants, spice slipped. Once, we got drunk together. We forget it happened, won’t mention imprints the...
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Dead By Now
What you don’t want are men unaware of how weapons work, people so pretty they’re not sure what scars are. You’ve dropped enough hints how you’re going to hell, who you’ll see there: you’ve bought...
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Who I’m Supposed To Be
If we’re ever in the same place, let’s be ourselves, not the people we’re paid to be. Let’s learn lyrics to songs and sing crowd karaoke. We’ll drunk dial Lucas, mass text Peyton, pretend we’re still...
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For Me To Tell You
We will be that cliche. That’s how we’ll understand each other, and the world us, and we’ll know what we’re doing, which actions fit us exactly: rain kissing, foot popping, candlelit proposals, Tiffany...
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Penn Badgley
You know what turns you off when you see it. Before that, the delicious unknown swirl, the way his hair sticks to his head nonchalantly, like it’s better not to wash now, will make you heady, and...
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Partners
You laugh at your jokes and his because he’s new and the man that’s playing your fiancé, you laugh when the script calls for it and you groan on cue and you’re used to saccharin breakfasts, a steadfast...
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So Casually Cruel In The Name Of Being Honest
We’re referred to the insurance department. He tells us his name but I instantly forget. Something like Matthew or Mark or John or Luke, any number of ex-boyfriends. He doesn’t stand, but his office...
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Capital Phoenix
I ask Jack what wrong is. Can he quantify it? This is a man whose answers are too specific for pub quiz questions: like the star signs of each of the Spice Girls, how often Matt Damon washes his hands....
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If you could predict what you’d contract, would you?
She asks would I want to know? I was pre-disposed, would end up with an auto-immune inevitably, a blunt knife best at scraping the cheese slice off its plastic wrapper when it’s stuck, but never...
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nevergoingtochange (said like it’s one word)
I phone you back because we’re never done, especially when we say we are, which is why every goodbye’s thirty minutes long; it’s impossible to package us neatly up, like a suctioned haggis, metal ties...
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Dead By Now
What you don’t want are men unaware of how weapons work, people so pretty they’re not sure what scars are. You’ve dropped enough hints how you’re going to hell, who you’ll see there: you’ve bought...
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Who I’m Supposed To Be
If we’re ever in the same place, let’s be ourselves, not the people we’re paid to be. Let’s learn lyrics to songs and sing crowd karaoke. We’ll drunk dial Lucas, mass text Peyton, pretend we’re still...
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For Me To Tell You
We will be that cliche. That’s how we’ll understand each other, and the world us, and we’ll know what we’re doing, which actions fit us exactly: rain kissing, foot popping, candlelit proposals, Tiffany...
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