Crush
You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won't tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you've done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you're tired. You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and you're trying not to tell him that you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling, and you're trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you've discovered something you don't even have a name for.
From the archives
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1982
Blood not paint
They held up a stone.
I said, 'Stone.'
Smiling they said, 'Stone.'
They showed me a tree.
I said, 'Tree.'
Smiling they said, 'Tree.'
They shed a man's blood.
I said, 'Blood.'
Smiling they said, 'Paint.'
They shed a man's blood.
I said, 'Blood.'
Smiling they said, 'Paint.'
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Blood not paint
They held up a stone.
I said, 'Stone.'
Smiling they said, 'Stone.'
They showed me a tree.
I said, 'Tree.'
Smiling they said, 'Tree.'
They shed a man's blood.
I said, 'Blood.'
Smiling they said, 'Paint.'
They shed a man's blood.
I said, 'Blood.'
Smiling they said, 'Paint.'
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“There was only one catch and that was Catch-22, which specified that a concern for one's safety in the face of dangers that were real and immediate was the process of a rational mind.”
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