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When I finish writing my will, I’m going to begin on another secret will. In this one, I will outline to my best friend (who will know who they are) exactly where all my porn is, and anything that I need them to dispose of immediately. I will also tell them every deep secret and things that need to covering up before the shock of my death has worn off. That way, they will have ample time to lie about or fix anything I did wrong before anyone gets mad at me. Most importantly however, they will wipe my browser history and delete my porn, or keep it. And don’t forget about the magazines in the closet. No, I don’t use them. I just have found it exceedingly inconvenient to try to sneak them into the garbage for the past 10 years.

I think this should be the standard for best friends in the event of someone’s death, and will be a great honor. I promise now and forever, not to judge a dead friend for any weird fetish they had, or any creepy self-taken nude pictures left behind.

In conclusion, if I name you in my secret will at any point, you will be held responsible and accountable for the affairs of my estate to be taken care of. Be honored. And don’t forget the magazines.

Snow is melting
What happened yesterday rises upwards
Up, up, up, up, and gone
Those words had not quite sunk in yet
And now they dissipate in Fall breeze
The sky is crying now
Dropping out what it has absorbed
Unable to handle what was said last night
Just like us.

Pores produce a thin glisten

Ears are ringing, but continue to listen

Legs begin to tremble and quiver

Heart beats faster to deliver

Blood burning and itching at the skin

And you just can’t imagine the hurt you’re about to be in.

What exactly would you say

If you were to run into them some other day

Given the chance to change your fate

You may never see them again, what precisely will you say?

And there they stand, the reason the sun does rise

An indefinable beauty in your hoping eyes

Just talk to them, once just to see how it ends up

Stutter a question and nervously tense up….

And get turned down.

Pores produce a thin glisten

Ears are ringing, but continue to listen

Legs begin to tremble and quiver

Heart beats faster to deliver

Blood burning and itching at the skin

Why can’t you just learn your fucking lesson?

For my broken heart.

I contend you are not my soul.

That might not be true

But the truth is mine to create.

You will no longer own me.

You will no longer

Occupy my thoughts.

My life is mine, not yours.

I wish you nothing but

The best.

May all your endeavors

Be blessed.

Just not by me.

You were cruel

And heartless.

And overrated.

© Andrea Stanton, 2009

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I thought of you
And how you appreciate this beauty the same as I do
As I walked along the beach
And remembered how you slipped just out of reach
I laid upon the sand
And ran grains through my fingers as you fucked another man.

© Shannon Peil, 2009

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