Love is the whole thing. We are only pieces.*

Keys in one hand and organic pastries in the other, he starts his SUV with the click of a button as he dashes through the frigid air. Gratitude is the wine for the soul. Go on. Get drunk. I turn the corner. Glancing at the time glowing in the predawn light, I slow my fuzzy-booted …

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My Hands In Your Back Pockets

"These ones?" "Hmm... better..." Our hearts beat like thunder "Hey! Only one person in the change room at a time!" I don't know why they don't explode "I've never seen her before in my life." "I'm leaving with that guy over there." "He can't love you like I do." You got your hands in my …

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Believe In the Magic, Baby

Crossing the street, weaving through the crowds -- why are all these people here? Oh right, tourists. But why here? Can they all be tourists? Are there that many people living here? Why am I living in a city anyway? Can I relocate to Belize? -- a smile washes over me. I take off my …

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