Wednesday, June 27, 2007


by Ari Collins

Delia showed me last night why she wore those clothes year-round. The ring around her throat from autoerotic asphyxiation, the arm burns from cigarettes applied just so, the leg scars from razors. I showed her my two tiny neck marks. She screamed.

This morning, I showed Delia how to open the blinds. Just so.

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