Dancing to the Death of Beauty

Drug dealers only ever offer me cocaine. We are in Portugal, an old man grabs my arm, he smiles, his teeth are black. “What?” “Cocaine-ah?” “Why would you offer me cocaine? You have offered everyone else here Hashish but yet you offer me cocaine? I don’t think I look like I like cocaine.” “You do kind of look like you like cocaine,” Hank says, standing … Continue reading Dancing to the Death of Beauty

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The Most Beautiful Thing I’ve Ever Seen

I remember the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I don’t remember when. I don’t remember why. I do remember where; Minneapolis, Minnesota. There was a girl. We met in Maine. We met again two years later in Massachusetts. She moved to Minnesota in that phase after a first kiss when colors vibrate and whistle tunes. I worked two jobs for two months. I bought … Continue reading The Most Beautiful Thing I’ve Ever Seen