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Sketchbook Selfies

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kind of intense for a Silk commercial

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A hidden-message ring, from the 1830s

A hidden-message ring, from the 1830s

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She will see the way you hate yourself first thing in the morning, mouth open and eyes closed, inhaling carcinogens like perfume from a cigarette standing trial between your lips. The light wears her naked body like a sundress as she stretches herself across your lap, a voice still laced with last night’s confessions and this morning’s hangover when she yawns. Do you clench your fists and hold back your fingers as they ache with greed because you’ve never been taught to want anything less than the world? And she tried to give it to you, didn’t she? Brought it to you on a silver platter, fork and napkin in one hand, all her best intentions in the other; said “dig in baby, don’t worry, I’ll clean up the mess.” Was your bed so empty you felt justified in dragging the skeletons from your closet to satisfy your hunger? You have lost track of all the times you’ve begged for forgiveness on Sunday mornings just to help you fall asleep next to her at night, dragged yourself across whole cities as penance for destroying the last face that looked at you with devotion and now she will not meet your eyes. Instead draws chalk around the silhouette of another woman left on your skin like a dirty stain, maps it out like a crime scene, and when she speaks it is a hurricane of so much pain it scares you into silence. Listen to her demand to know if you had to swallow her name while you were inside of someone else but you cannot find a voice to answer with so you start keeping a tally of all the days guilt makes a home inside of your stomach, driving you so mad the only salvation you can find is in a religion disguised as self hatred. Paint your body a shade of relief when she does not leave you, confesses to love you still, against her better judgement and the advice of confidants. But do not mistake this as forgiveness because it is not her job to make you a better man but herself a better woman. You are a lesson she must teach herself. Remember this when you crawl into bed and kiss her goodnight.
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