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I want this on my headstone.

"Peggy Ruth was feeling purtty good that day."

Thank you Mental Floss for uncovering this gem.

A View of the Bay

He smelled like wet earth
He moved, a dark cloud sweeping in from the ocean smothering homes in fog
But as he loomed his body touched mine and it was warm, hot, solid
Strong

He could easily throw me over his shoulder and carry me away
Not that I’d let him
Or that he’d have a place to take me

As my eyes searched the sky
The dark clouds he crept in with hung overhead
And lolling my head back down I caught a glint of tenderness in his eyes

This strength, this rotting log smell, the dismantling of my childhood love
It was savagely forlorn
He was the baited bear

I tried to speak but before I had words
The light was gone, extinguished by whatever was extinguishing him

I sat next to this warm body
Anger, pity, desire, nostalgia swirling in my belly
The butterflies of the broken spirit

I wanted to comb my fingers through his hair and pull hard with both hands
I wanted to pound my fists against his brick chest
I wanted to shower off the smell of cigarettes and misery
Or bury my face in it

I’d leave in the morning
It could all be quarantined, enshrined, fictionalized

‘Til then I sat up against the freezing night
Burning warmth pressing into my skin
Burning warmth seeping out

I, a vessel for our mingling concerns

Doomed to Obey the Laws of Physics

Source brilliant, but unknown.

The cutest thing.

Bitch, it's sleepytime.

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