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And Even in This Last Frontier

You throw me, Shrieking, Into the river Off the bridge where, you said, Portland hung himself Six or seven years past I splash and raise a little ruckus, Stay under to scare you— Hang with… Read More...

The Lightning Bug

There is a beetle in the bathroom! I roar triumphant thunder drunk down filthy stairs to announce to the assembled crowd of friends and failed lovers: Its big. Is it a lightning bug Zach wants… Read More...

Little Leather Secret

Dont tell my mama, please, or Those girls who got it in their heads that Im some sort of example or– those hate edge hipsters at the PeTA meeting, but– Dont tell, dont tell, that… Read More...
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