Tag Archives: Wes Civilz

Talk with Close Friend

There is something wrong with you, my friend says Yes, I say, there is We nod knowingly Then I realize we are thinking of two entirely different wrong things At least I have well-shaped hands Wes Civilz lives in Vermont. … Continue reading

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Making Sex

When we were eight and hearing about sex for the first time, we coined a phrase for it: “making sex.” “Making sex” spread around that beige 3rd grade classroom, whispered between our candy-filled mouths in secret. Sex would control us … Continue reading

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Boring

Today I had, on purpose, a boring day. No beer. No sudden women. No blasting of overwhelming music, no being sad that politics is the organizing of hatreds. No visit to the savage park where goblins meet for love and … Continue reading

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