There are many things I haven’t done in life. I’ve never been to California. I’ve never been skydiving, or scuba diving, or even snorkeling. I’ve never been on a date, kissed anyone or had sex.
I know, you’re thinking, “What is UP with you and California?”
Well, we can get to that later. For now, though — about that no date-kiss-sex thing.
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… and all the piper’s children will swim
the sea’s misaligned symmetry,
where crested upon a wave,
about to buckle,
that wild mane of curly locks—
kinked tresses
tossed by a trident, cross,
and sudsalty tears.
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The thing about opening a window is the window has to be closed when you begin. My window was not closed. Nor was it a window. At some point in the evening, the smooth single pane of glass that separated me from the elements had been shattered. At some point in the evening, the lock had been unlocked and the wooden frame lifted.
As I stood in my kitchen, eyeing the jagged edges of what used to be my window, the way triangles of glass remained stuck in the frame like an old tiger whose teeth have been beaten out by a violent trainer, all I could know for sure was that someone had broken in.
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