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dancing in a new way

“I feel like dancing in a new way,” I told Ming. He was driving us home.  He’d just grocery shopped, while I walked in parking lots, looking at trash and dumpsters, as I am wont to do. “Dancing in a new way, like how?” he asked. “With my ass,” I said.  I imagined dancing and… Read More »

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floating ass

“I better get dressed,” I said.  “Jeeze, ask me if I wanna go outside.” “Do you wanna go outside?” Ming asked. “No,” I said.   “But if this is my specified hour, I better get my ass out there.”  Summer in the desert means only the dawn hour is good for me to be outside. He… Read More »