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I’m not half as bad
as Quinn tells her friends.
Phone to her ear,
she spills us…
By Andy Cooper
Before she left for college,
we played stripped Twister
on sweaty summer nights
that set the forest …
By Andy Cooper
One ticket, last red-eye.
“I'll take what she's drinking,”
I say of the redhead ahead.
Glass in hand…
By Andy Cooper
Daylight spills,
blinds dance,
I shake with sobs.
Arms wide…
By Andy Cooper
A crystal chandelier hung above.
An evergreen candle flickered—
pine fresh, love, a tree in a forest.
We lay on the oak table…
By Andy Cooper
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