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I saw the girl. I paid her no mind but heard the scuff of her tennis shoes on the pavement. I turned around and idled between a cigarette and a deck of cards. I imagined friends at the table, and the streetlight cast a yellow hue on their flushed faces. We would pass the cigarette around, and I would deal the cards. Someone with a baseball cap on backwards would cheat, and later in the night, we would drink.
Kiess keeps saying he wants to see me, keeps talking about how he wants to touch me. Keeps calling me on the phone real late at night, I can hear his damp skin on the other side of the landline, his red lips move slowly over the bottom of the phone. I can see his fingers twirl around the cord connecting it to the receiver, and I wonder what he’s wearing or what he isn’t wearing. He’s a tease. Every day, ...
I like fiction and Sylvia Plath. I dislike art world elitism and oxford commas. instagram.com/untamingoftheshrew
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