I’m compelled to do things just to piss you off. Like leave the toilet seat up after I’ve told you a thousand times to put it down, or chop off your balls because I caught you cheating on me. And I would. If it wasn’t for all my own affairs.
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The first time he proposed I wasn’t ready, so I said no.
The second time he proposed I said no because I hate even numbers.
Now I don’t think he’ll propose again. I want him to but I can’t tell him because that will curse our marriage, according to my mom’s superstition.
Why can’t a guy just understand me for once?
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“Hey Hank! What do you think of my letter?”
Dear Felicity,
Your duplicity is unprecedented. Your name implies delights unimaginable and yet you refuse to go down on me. What gives?
“Errr, Stan? Her name’s Felicity. Not Fellatio.”
“Oh. OHHH!”
Dear Felicity,
Please accept deepest apologies for my recent behaviour…
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Mittens on kittens
Cute, but what are you thinking?
It’s a freakin’ cat.
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You preen and promenade your way ’round town, your ego ejaculating from you like a sprinkler on a rainy day; useless and no one wants it. You smile as I watch you overtly. Yet surreptitiously I study you, striving to catch you with my magnifying glass in the sizzling sunlight.
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I need to move to a warmer climate. Here, the polar bears sit on me and the penguins poop on me and I’m just miserable, you know? It’s not easy being frozen inside an iceberg. Maybe if I bob out of the water and stare at a passing cruise ship…
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Is there elegance in your bones?
Let me imagine you
Your skeleton click-clacking
With nary a muscle nor hair
To impede your dance
Your pirouette
Your ivory grin
As you twirl and spin
And fall to a pile
Of twigs.
Where did you go?
Piece back together your elegant bones
And dance for me once more.
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My new girlfriend fell in love with my stamp collection on our first date. On the second I showed her my Star Wars figurines and she was ecstatic. So tonight, on our third date, I’ll introduce her to my stool sample collection the doctor requested. And I plan to propose.
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“What’s going on?” she asks as if there’s nothing wrong. But there is, of course, something terrible about to happen in my shorts. She forgot to remind me to go potty… She’s going to be mad. But then again, that’s typical of my wife.
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It’s day two hundred and eleven and I’m still waiting for the opportunity to come out in the open. I will ask the first human I encounter to take me to their leader. Conditions are cramped; I long to hear the sound of my own voice. I see a light…
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Linda G. Hill 