by Jane Jay
Some flowers came today. I liked thinking they might be from you — from one of my lovers — one of my fuck-buddies (I want to say "from one of the people with whom I've had sex recently" but that's too many words).
Turned out they were from my mother. I don't even really like flowers.
Saturday, December 22, 2007
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