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There's little time
There’s little time but he fills it with rugged hip hop. The car glides to a stop; the suitcase slips forward. Neither of us opens the door.
Read moreIn her grandfather's white fedora
In her grandfather’s white fedora, Julia is butched and bound. On stage she lip syncs to Madonna and adds an N to the end of her name.
Read moreWe play the stereo loud
We play the stereo loud, shoving the speakers up to the window so that the music dances out to sea. On the waves fishing boats gently rock.
Read moreHe sang his revenge in the calypso
He sang his revenge in the calypso. Her dishonest evenings, her trips abroad to lie in foreign beds became syncopated punchlines of scorn.
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