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Long-necked
soupgonebad Released Jul 19, 2014

Their necks are long and oh so pretty, hung from the trees. 

Those gifted with names are the loveliest treats. Rachel, who would have had her mother's eyes and her father's dimpled smile; Wen, the first boy in the Zhang family; Yamazaki...

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You do not know where she ends. Beyond the clarity of her face, the sharpness of her chin and almond-shaped eyes, her lips that are the shape of a Chinese riddle. Her hands extend...

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He went missing one day. The mines were dark. No one noticed.

The singing should have alarmed them. It was less full, one of them had observed and now said to the incomplete...

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She has tamed them. It was a difficult task, but she is a woman who has made patience her virtue and cultivated it so, such that its depth and calm mirror that of the Great Lake of...

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She is a young god. So young - as young as the youngest of the flame-children to have been born of Kaawi, the first fire spirit. Kaawi had not yet sent her youngest on his trial...

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Coin in your pocket, summer heat burned into its tarnished copper. Daisies against the sky, shawl of woven gold flung upwards; they float a fleeting moment on an inverse ocean.

You...

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Delbert couldn't help noticing the faint golden rays breaking through stormclouds raining regrets down on Darryl, and finding familiarity in its slant of nostalgic warmth.

Darryl...

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This is the shape of your fist. Against my mouth bruising red against the blood-bright of your nails polished. Against my smile wide and wanting.

I would swallow your long fingered,...

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You wore a white shirt with sky-blue stripes. Your sleeves were rolled up to your elbows. Your tie was mild yellow, pale sunshine tucked haphazardly into your shirt pocket. You had...

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"Do you know what this is?"

 

"Erm, it looks like a dried-out paw that used to belong to some- some thing."

 

"A monkey, to be exact."

 

"Oh. Really. Well, that poor little bugger."

 

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Three minutes and fifty eight seconds. Length of a song and careful conversation conducted in measured gazes, your silence and his silence. Your teaspoon paints imperfect milky...

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Every night, she cuts her breasts out. With a quiet blade, she would carve herself a flat chest and place the wet lumps of meat in a tiny drawer. She locks it, too. Regardless,...

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