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“What’s in my bra” by Gracie Collins(2024)

I don’t feel lonely, I just feel like I need more attention. I’m trying to be good.

Its cold enough that she seeks the warmth pressing through his long sleeved henley onto her bare arm. They both look forward, sitting side by side on the same step, legs outstretched a knee slightly bends and his torso twists to face her for a beat, he hesitates and turns back, taking a drag.

She turns her head and cranes her neck back, looking at the side of his face. The boyish slope of his nose, his strong brows and the scar on his temple, she never gets around to ask him how it happened.

Four minutes later she smiles down at him after playfully biting his button nose and kisses his forehead. She is knelt on the step below where he sits, between his legs, his arms by her side. These forty seconds is all she allows herself, she knows it’s either forty seconds or a night to regret and he really doesn’t deserve to be regretted.

Another drag, calloused hands a wicked grin and smudged lipstick. An awkward goodnight and a waiting cab.

It’s for the best. The best.

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“You hold an absence at your center, as if it were a life.”

— Richard Brostoff, “Grief”

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Marlene Dietrich in Dishonored dir. Josef von Sternberg, 1931.

Take this memory and tuck it away silently, tenderly. Please don’t fold it along with regret, never contempt. A few beats suspended in space, a pocket in time to remember ourselves and the glimmer in sharing taking giving. Please keep only the sweetness.