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{100 m.p.h.} suzi q. smith I can look you square in the eye, tell you that I love you and mean it like my first complete sentence. Brick houses are not built for flinching. I win staring contests. Play chicken 'til someone crashes. Keep a gas pedal in my breast pocket and weave crime scene tape through each belt loop. He said "I'm surprised you're single", I laughed "it takes a lot of hard work and practice", he tugged at my hanging heart string, not expecting me to unravel entirely into his hands. Filled his stunned-open mouth with kerosene kisses, traces of flags both white and checkered leaping from the flames. I was born without brakes indifference is too much like standing still mild manners are a mask this mouth has never mastered, swallowing miles of road as a sideshow trick. |
