January 2012
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new wallpaper, new shoe leather
So this one time I lived in Manhattan, spent 66% of my income on housing, worked a few jobs that left me [kind of un]fulfilled, observed naked neighbors, wasted lovers, and woke up one morning to the sound of an alley cat screaming outside of my window, followed gingerly by the sound of a man yelling, in return, “CAT!” And it was in this moment just before sunrise that I clutched the...
September 2010
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You don’t understand sandwiches. Or men.