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His fingers grasp the waist band, nail beds turn white--building pressure. The silence is broken by the snap of fabric as his trousers get yanked up. White lines in his brow mimic his nails pallor; Jacob is growing angrier by the second.   "Is she getting ready?" he spits. "I don't know," Nora replies "I'll go check." She pads down the hall, the soles of her stockings attracting carpet lint and twisting taught around her big toe, threatening to break throug...

I challenged God to a duel at 13, counted 10 spaces, swallowed 27 pills and lost. I am still alive. Now, I stare at the bleach perfect wall behind her head as she is telling her story. "I went to see Thelma and Louise on my weekend pass" the corners of the walls begin to furl, as the room folds in. "there were no rape scenes in the previews", she says "they should have warned people". Sheet rock and plaster slide from the studs and arch overhead like a prima ballerina's arm bending, elbow str...

Life science I break every moment down to it’s smallest part-- to nothing more than molecules and atoms, because discerning the difference between apathy and propriety requires some kind of scientific method. So I shred each interlude down to the particle for the answer. When your long thin fingers press the pliable flesh of my arm, the acids and oils simultaneously stinging and soothing in symbiosis. This is a connection isn’t it? I should bust out the chemistry set I got from my parents...

It was a moment, or several pasted together. Months of flitting glances and comfortable carresses became realized in the artistry of movement when I was beneath you. A collage of touches trailed fingernails across vertebrae dipped between puckered flesh kissed me like leaves dance, like tree limbs sway in strong winds. Fingers curled in my hair twisting and tugging. Lips soft like soap bubbles balanced on your palm press my nape, I float. A pinky traced my temple stealing shavings of my cells...