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Muddling Up Submission: Games
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Tuesday, October 2, 2012. We are sitting and playing the only video game she ever plays. It is a snowboarding game. I am not very good at it. She is. She plays through a course. Then it is my turn. I start my course. I play for about twenty seconds. Oh, crap. Dear, can you go check the car windows for me? It looks like it's started raining.". No That was your turn. I wouldn't have picked that course. It's my turn now.". When it's my turn again, I play for about twenty seconds. I take the dog outside and ...
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Muddling Up Submission: Drunk
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Wednesday, September 19, 2012. It was my first time. I don't remember what we were talking about. Probably a play. Maybe the girl you were in love with. Possibly something pop culture or academic. I remember us sitting on cushions on my dorm room floor. I remember you pouring Captain Morgan and generic cola into cups you had brought down from your room. You scooted around and let me rest my head on your shoulder. Are we still going to watch the movie? I'd been kissed by a girl. I'd been kissed by a g...
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Muddling Up Submission: Anonymous
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Wednesday, October 10, 2012. He had to be in his early 20's. He had dark Italian skin and hair and a baby face with deep dimples, rivaling my own. He had the lightest, brightest blue eyes. His smile was clear and blinding. And to this day, I dream about his dick. It was just perfect. It felt like hours. But I finally made myself turn. I walked in the direction I heard him heading and got to an overgrowth of stump and weed and spider. He cleared his throat behind me. I wouldn't recognize the second at all...
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Muddling Up Submission: Afternoon Disappointment
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Friday, October 19, 2012. Posting or reposting drafts left in my blogger folder. I am asleep. In my dream. This sort of dream is only remembered if I wake up soon after REM is achieved. In shorter periods of slumber. On car rides. Day naps. I always start by dreaming about being asleep. I am asleep. I can feel grass beneath my arms and legs. I can hear birds I don't quite recognize. And traffic. And then I hear a voice, unmistakably yours. You're calling for me. Searching. You are yelling at me. You ...
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Muddling Up Submission: It's Obviously Complicated In My Dreams
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Friday, October 12, 2012. It's Obviously Complicated In My Dreams. Posting or reposting drafts left in my blogger folder. I am counting matchsticks on the dining-room table of my childhood home. I count three, then move them to the side, then count another three. I am small. Muppet Babies is on TV. Kermit and Miss Piggy have decided to have sex. Everything is in black and white. I get caught up in it. Things do not go well and their nanny catches them in the act. We're pirates, Mommy! And She smiles up a...
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Muddling Up Submission: Maa'm
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Tuesday, September 11, 2012. Posting or reposting drafts left in my blogger folder. They shared their lives with each other. She moved more slowly than he, but both were opening up and the relationship was evolving. But it was not that kind of relationship. She didn't feel for him the same way he felt for her. For her, it was pleasant conversations, laughter, pretty noise, and compliments. Or would she shrug it off, having known it could never work the way he wanted it to work? He wondered how it all wou...
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Muddling Up Submission: September 2012
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Wednesday, September 19, 2012. It was my first time. I don't remember what we were talking about. Probably a play. Maybe the girl you were in love with. Possibly something pop culture or academic. I remember us sitting on cushions on my dorm room floor. I remember you pouring Captain Morgan and generic cola into cups you had brought down from your room. You scooted around and let me rest my head on your shoulder. Are we still going to watch the movie? I'd been kissed by a girl. I'd been kissed by a g...
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Muddling Up Submission: I Have Vivid Dreams
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Monday, September 17, 2012. I Have Vivid Dreams. I was in the dark, but I heard voices surrounding me. No Don't. He's not awake yet.". His breathing has become shallower.". You're going to wake him up.". Three voices. I moan. There's an ache in my leg. There's another in my head. I open my eyes, slowly. I don't know the men standing around me. They sound much younger than they look. They notice that I'm looking up at them and they scatter, each hiding in ridiculous spots where I can see them. I gasp for ...
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Muddling Up Submission: November 2014
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Monday, November 17, 2014. My Dreams Trigger Me. The dream started in this little bar/restaurant I know in Chicago. I was sitting at a table, drinking one and eating some pommes frites, waiting for a friend (it wasn't clear who) when a girl came up to my table. She was about 26 with dark wavy hair. She had a gorgeous smile. I automatically recognized her. Calvin jumped off of her lap and onto my shoulder. He nuzzled against my cheek and scratched a tooth against my glasses. I shooed him away and ...My sh...
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Muddling Up Submission: First Decision
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Thursday, September 13, 2012. We'd barely touched the food we were sharing. We were too busy talking and laughing. You were telling me who you thought I was, the to-go box resting precariously on your thigh. I had my hand on your other knee, tracing the seam of your dress pants with my fingers. Our eyes met and you stopped talking. Your eyelids were heavy, eyelashes fluttering, pupils slightly dilated. I caught a whiff of lilac. Your shampoo? After the kiss, you sat up straight in the driver's seat. ...
