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so last night i...: January 2008

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So last night i. I exist somewhere between the last letter and the period. after every other comma but before the climax. Was inspired to write again. So last night i was inspired to write again. Over the hill is the highway. I sat against the pillows that stood against my wall and let my fingers discover the keys all over again. The last three weeks have been filled with jazz songs, newports and whiskey sours in shady lounges throughout the lower southern states. And i could still smell him on my shirt.

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so last night i...: November 2007

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So last night i. I exist somewhere between the last letter and the period. after every other comma but before the climax. So last night i watched him cook. After a fantasy fulfilled on counters and stove tops, our appetites were as big as our eyes. It began by the guest bathroom door next to the stairs as my head rested on the first step and his head moving slowly between my legs. One of those moments where God magically appears on the ceiling. The mirror behind the mail table allowed me to watch. His ch...

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so last night i...: October 2007

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So last night i. I exist somewhere between the last letter and the period. after every other comma but before the climax. Cried to the blues. So last night i cried to the blues. Somewhere between nina simone's wailing about tired footsteps climbing up the stairs and the slamming of the front door i realized that maybe this was it. Maybe this is the last time the smell of chrome and yves st. laurent will walk the same hallways and dining room tiles as my blue sugar man. And you beg for rain. His banana bo...

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so last night i...: September 2008

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So last night i. I exist somewhere between the last letter and the period. after every other comma but before the climax. Wrote my name on his neck. So last night i wrote my name on his neck. He stood in the kitchen hanging on the open refrigerator door, staring at me sitting on the counter beside the old bananas and the apples with soft spots, attempting to read my mind after i refused to answer his question: what do you want for dinner? I really didn't give a shit about what we ate. He had read my mind.

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so last night i...: April 2009

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So last night i. I exist somewhere between the last letter and the period. after every other comma but before the climax. He hadn't quite learned everything. After we fucked - then showered - then faked a few kisses he handed me my shirt and asked if i'd ever return. I sat back down and we watched frasier. He was used to niggas who'd flush and go - then become infrequent messages in his inbox and a dick picture in his picture mail. So when i needed to talk - i'd call. He's handsome" she said.

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so last night i...: September 2009

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So last night i. I exist somewhere between the last letter and the period. after every other comma but before the climax. It's one of those nights when i get the urge to call you. And i thank god my phone is disconnected and i can't find a pen. There will be no letters - no texts and no emails. The cable company never bothered to send a notification of termination, but that's fine. 3am's have never been great times for me. And the gifts you buy now - for him - are probably better. I love you still.

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so last night i...: November 2008

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So last night i. I exist somewhere between the last letter and the period. after every other comma but before the climax. Dropped my keys on the table. So last night i dropped my keys on the table by the door. since locking the doors on the 1979 chrysler new yorker, i anticipated dropping my backpack off in my room, and occupying the bathroom for a few seconds, freeing the mcdonald's sweet tea from within. (side note: i think i just made peeing sound kinda intriguing). Fucking's not a thought right now.

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so last night i...: December 2008

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So last night i. I exist somewhere between the last letter and the period. after every other comma but before the climax. Walked a few miles. So last night i walked a few miles. I told him we probably knew each other 30 or 40 years ago before i souls became adjusted to their new lives. Our old lives seem to line up perfectly. There is something about the outfits he wears that catches my eye - matches my fly. There are moons between us. He pays me back with pictures of beauty taken on junk piles. And the ...

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so last night i...: October 2008

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So last night i. I exist somewhere between the last letter and the period. after every other comma but before the climax. Read something new to him. So last night i read something new to him on top of a commercial white comforter and king size pillows. There's something comforting about warm eyes staring at you when the world outside is frigid. We put a lock on the door and stripped down to our souls hoping they'd be enough. I opened my eyes. His legs found mine under the comforter. I told him: "i someti...

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so last night i...: March 2009

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So last night i. I exist somewhere between the last letter and the period. after every other comma but before the climax. So last night i grabbed the moon. We've somehow managed to lock ourselves in ever room of the house with a doorknob and coexist in the exact same spaces. I guess we've done what my seventh grade science teacher said was impossible. Today i pressed my back against a beach chair and wrote you a letter you will never read. I opened your letter with: "big head". In depth: grabbed the moon.