Author: Chad Short
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Timber
We split like firewood; I’ve seen it in movies. One long thwack and we were clear of each other, clean. I never thought I could feel so splintered. You fueled a lot of my fire. Not with, dare I say, wilderness survival in mind, but with gallons of unleaded gasoline, all tipped over, pouring…
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Two Lips! Click!
Nothing is sadder than two lips meeting again for the first time in a long time, they’re basically strangers Nothing’s more awkward than that hallway dance of, “who’s going which way?” Switch, and ebb, and flow, but no one’s truly wanting to go, so, they both stay pressed against the other for nostalgia …
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Co-Dependent (One Foot)
I’m in aisle two, couple frozen pizzas under my arms, when I turn the corner on my way to grab pretzels. We could heat up the chicken, make some rice, cut vegetables. My mind is on our dinner, my stomach growls as a realization snaps my rose-colored glasses in half, fresh memories that…