Those wasted years spent together as only friends; listening to music lying on the floor of her parents basement, getting ice cream from the shop downtown then laughing at each other when we wound up covered in melted chocolate in the summer sun.
— Elora Sherman, "Dirt is Heavy"
Please, do me one favor:
Leave me in the woods to die.
— Justina Eodice, "Apocalptic Pillow Talk"
I knew every wrinkle on your face well. I liked to trace them with my fingers, like a giant running a thumb across the Rockies.
— Alexander Fisher, "Fiftieth Street"

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i kept the tie dye shirt you bought from goodwill last summer; it used to reek of bonfire and organic bug spray but now it just smells like you
— Karie Hawkins, "i sat in fucking mud"
So lemme tell you what’s what. I’m walking to McDonald’s and I’m hungry. I can feel my tummy
rumbling like a big ol’ California earthquake, like a big ol’ Oklahoma twister.
— Devin White, "McBall"
Love died on Christmas Day, 2002
Their body was found in a creek outside a Staples.
— Thomas Gentile, "Love"
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