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Stalking Nicole

Stalking Nicole

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They don’t come together, but arrive outside at the same time, surprised to see each other. Inside, they sit together at a table and a waitress brings them both a beer.

“I didn’t know you were back in the area,” the man says.

“I’m not. I’m just…around for a few days,” she says.

Nodding

Nodding

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At the Opera House, 2009

At the Opera House, 2009

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Cobwebbed curtains open at the opera house, and someone has built a bonfire on stage. Behind the fire is the orchestra. I sit in the balcony, trying to listen to the orchestra play Mozart’s Ein Musikalischer Spass. But everyone around me is throwing spitballs or calling each other on cell phones.

Promises

Promises

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Seal

Seal

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He still hasn’t talked to us yet.  It’s been about two weeks since they dropped him off.  I don’t really see him much, with school and all, I’m only really home to do homework and leave again, but I wonder about him.  Not really worry – no, I don’t tend to worry about anything – but I do wonder.

He has this seal that he drags around with him everywhere and, from the way he looks at it, I wonder if he talks to that little dirty white toy more than he talks to people.

Freeway

Freeway

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Morocco

Morocco

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Mother and Father are sleeping. It is late. Slowly, the house shrinks into itself, pulling me into its tightness. Morocco has been on my mind lately. When I sit here thinking clearly about everything, I have the feeling I could make it to Morocco. Maybe it is time for me to go.

One suitcase. No decisions.

Mary Jesus

Mary Jesus

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The Seventh Blue

The Seventh Blue

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One

My Most Romantically Challenging Year

My Most Romantically Challenging Year

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