you laughed when i said, “let’s wait two hours to eat the hippest frittata in willyburg,” at egg (on 135 n 5th street between bedford and berry) – 26 (williamsburg, borough of lost boys)

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new short story coming soon

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-i remember-

*by someone who remembers the past

to repeat it in a grander fashion*

(frankie leone, just a man)

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*i remember buying v*** dinner

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she didn’t shave her legs

and told the mean truth*

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*i remember j***

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who cut his own throat

with a knife inside a marine’s

sterling silver money clip

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but lived to tell me about it

sitting with the other white boys

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smoking together in the yard*

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*i remember m*******

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introducing me to her friends

as the first guy to fuck her in the ass*

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*i remember s****

 -

giving me ten bucks

on a decent twenty-bag

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finally paying for his own shit*

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 *i remember momma

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telling me she misses

having someone to hug at night*

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*i remember smacking g***

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across the face

for being ungrateful

i pulled a blade on f*****

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to defend him*

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*i remember a**** didn’t care

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when i gave her gifts

and how it hurt most

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because i knew she wouldn’t

before i gave them*

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*i remember skinheads

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telling me to put out my marlboro

in the back of cbgb’s

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and how gas face

made sure i didn’t have to*

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*i remember tattooing t****

on the kitchen counter

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how he tried to make me

feel awkward by coming onto me

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which didn’t work

the way he wanted.*

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