T 5977

By Arjun Basu | Published: October 16, 2012

She confronted me. I hadn’t foreseen it, but there, in the condiments aisle, she shamed me. I was ogling, I said. And I put the relish back.

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T 5976

By Arjun Basu | Published: October 16, 2012

I picked a flower and handed it lovingly to her and she said, Now it’s dead, and I said, You look fat in that dress, and then we got married.

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T 5975

By Arjun Basu | Published: October 16, 2012

She locked me out, finally, and I deserved it. I felt the ravages of exile. The doubt and hopelessness. And then she came home from the gym.

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T 5974

By Arjun Basu | Published: October 16, 2012

I knew then what hell was. It was me. As I stared into the mirror my room began to spin. I got dressed quickly and tripped. I didn’t get up.

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T 5973

By Arjun Basu | Published: October 16, 2012

There are things worth celebrating, I announce. And I list them: Love; Joy; Sunsets; Ripples on a pond. And then there is this meal, I say.

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T 5972

By Arjun Basu | Published: October 16, 2012

He sighs awkwardly and says, My dick’s ugly. She looks at it and says, Ideologically, I should be pleased, but her heart doesn’t believe it.

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T 5971

By Arjun Basu | Published: October 16, 2012

He orders a milkshake and the waitress purrs. She purred, his wife says. I know, he replies. She’s cute, his wife says. And then he wakes up.

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T 5970

By Arjun Basu | Published: October 16, 2012

We spoke of our future and I said it tasted like cannoli and she said, You’re thinking with your stomach again, and I told her it was sexual.

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T 5969

By Arjun Basu | Published: October 16, 2012

Her kiss is a warm drink on a cold day. I dream of golden butterflies, with a soundtrack of pan flute. I hate what you do to me, I tell her.

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T 5968

By Arjun Basu | Published: October 16, 2012

Finally, the judge asked: Why? And he said, I had “Dream Weaver” stuck in my head. A murmur went up in the courtroom. And the humming began.

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