Tag Archives: Christopher Dehon


Tell me what he smelled like, I can’t remember Not right out the tub, when he smelled how we wanted him to When he just smelled like him Use the present tense One last time Christopher Dehon is a psychologist … Continue reading

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Not in Front of the Dogs

I probably looked like a friendly guy. The place was full, and I’m sure he thought I was smiling at him when he was looking for someone to share a table with. I was thinking of the owner of “Puppies … Continue reading

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My parents probably spoke Spanish to each other when they lived together. I don’t remember. Dad never learned English, and Mom stopped speaking Spanish after they separated. On the weekends with my dad, I only needed two words. Sí, Papi. … Continue reading

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