New Universe

S. K. Nicholas

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It rainedall morning, and then it rained for the rest of the day until the streets flooded, and frogs invaded the homes of those with letterboxes at the foot of their front doors. Watching Night of the Comet while contemplating what woman to think of while abusing myself without shame, a cold draft drifted to me through the open window, and even though it ate away at my bones, it was too much of an effort to get up and close the damn thing. And those women; some I’ve been with, and others I’ve never known, how they dance as if in a dream. How they wink at me while taking me by the hand leading me places that leave me in awe of what it is to be a man. I haven’t seen Honey the cat in months; I hope she’s doing okay. I miss sitting with her outside…

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