Tag Archives: friendship

Flume

For my best friend: August heat. Crickets drone in the far-off fields. The sun is a dusty circle in the sky. The stereo plays a mix For You, songs we shared in middle school that assault our ears with nostalgia … Continue reading

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Alright

The weirdest party of my life (and I only go to weird parties). We are the not-drunk boyfriend, the friend-of-a-friend, the PTSD-war-veteran, the adderol-ridden-hostess, the stoned-mom, the dramatic-one, and the disordered-hypochondriac-complainer. I won’t tell you which I am, but I … Continue reading

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Pastel para todos (Cake for All)

4,000 kilometers from everyone and everything I know, I lean out of the bus window and call down to the street. “¡José Luís!” He stops, turns. Looks around. Finally spots me hanging over the hard metal bar of the window. … Continue reading

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Float

Fine. We’ll get our shit together, load up the dusty Honda and drive to East Missoula. Shove the tubes in the water, wade in, scream bit, and jump none-too-gracefully into the tubes, butt-first. Stop laughing. Drift super-slowly past the teenage … Continue reading

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Let’s Be Honest

I’ve stopped counting the years since I first fell in love with you, stopped counting the years since I considered myself over you, and stopped even worrying about the way I want you in my life. You’re my best friend, … Continue reading

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Seven Weeks

When I open my eyes, sunlight is filtering through the greasy window above my head. I take a breath, and immediately regret opening my mouth. The air is thick and heavy with the sleep of fourteen people crammed into an … Continue reading

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Gyros

We’re eating gyros in a little restaurant on Minnehaha Boulevard when you bring it up. “I went to the hospital a few weeks ago,” you say, and pause, and I realize that not only did you seriously contemplate suicide again, … Continue reading

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