Waffles
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The Coffeehouse Crapshoot
I was ready to smash things, and she was more than willing to just move on to a greater destination and not let our let down weigh us down. Continue reading
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Bowie’s Buddha Waffle
I was lying in my bed looking at the white ceiling and listening to the sounds coming from the box fans we have in our room. Neither myself nor my wife can sleep without the sound of the fans. It’s been like that for a very, very long time. Dead silence is the devil. I… Continue reading
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Lights and Dreams and Time
Two years straight and it still feels like the very first time I touched her. We drifted off clutching each other tight. Then we turned to sleep, our asses touching, the warmth of her back like a campfire. I listened to her breathe as I looked up at the purple stars of pretend. Continue reading
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