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Hunger Pains
I think I was ten. Wearing midnight blue, in the middle of the day. My neighbourhood knew that one day, probably in the middle of the day, I’d be the world’s greatest dancer, and so it span around me, as I sat, in the big girl’s passenger seat, feeling real sweet, in my midnight, midday,…
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Toyland
Summer seeps through the spokes, of your baby blue bicycle wheels. From the sidewalk, I stare, through long lashes, and tinted glasses, a popsicle in my pastel pout. I hope you’ll fall, graze your knee, tumbling in my direction, so I can peek, through tinted glasses, and eager eyes, at what you hide, in your…
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The Game
Fifteen. Nervous, naive, knee length skirt. At a desk, next to a boy I’d spoken to, maybe once or twice. Then he is joined, by a friend I’ve never met, and they engage, in a game, he normally saves, for just before bed. I try to look away, but he tells me to look. They…