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"Flirtation" by Nate Maxson
 

Yesterday a young woman nearly ran me over on a bicycle

As I stepped aside, into the gutter, she gave me the slyest smile

Flying by

Ah, why can’t every possible romance begin and end with this?

In fact,

Let’s end every story

Like this

With a lavishly staged double suicide

Or a first kiss

On a day with no wind

"Roleplay" by Nate Maxson
 

Dear Mr. President,

You could tie me up

And burn me like a witch resplendent

Writhing

On a pyre of fur coats

And dictionaries 

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