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You’re safe here. A prison might be the safest place to meet a man.

You decide that in this city all things are possible, even happiness.

Be honest. Writing is about honesty, and articulating that honesty.

Be honest. Writing is about honesty, and articulating that honesty.

Robin Troy

The wine was administered to Theo’s lips, and then the rest of us.

Don’t worry baby, that’s just the way things be sometimes.

Mark was spending his life with one of the world’s weaklings.

Break me like bread. Take me apart. Strip each rib down to light.

Abe shot himself, first year out of high school. Assholes said he was queer.

His eyes, dark brown and unwavering as he delivered the details.

I began to look for evidence of my father’s duplicity in his body.

Live Dangerously! If you get hurt, the suffering will bring a new being.

I offer you these outs, and it stings when you take me up on them.

It wasn’t me he was aiming at; he was using me to make my mom unhappy.

“Just sex,” I say, and the old feeling is back, the creeping nausea.

He sobbed; he said he would go to therapy, stop drinking.

He saw the car bearing down and gave it the finger, a snarl on his face.

They felt smarter and sexier, especially when together.

He’s walking loopy, so I know he’s been had something besides beer.

Liz wore a brass wedding ring, and had no marriage certificate to show.

A suitcase of the body slapped with stickers of scars from every location.

“I love you” is always a quotation. You did not say it first.

Ralph’s children had believed Christine was just after his money.

A woman from the next table eyed him and he eyed her right back.

She confessed to Judd that she saw other men. She liked a good time.

The pumpkins are looking up my skirt, making orange a kind of festive.

We drove, talking fast, fast, fast. He was always going for my zipper.

She stopped, turned toward him, placed her hand on his chest.

Lynn Freed reads from her collection, The Curse of the Appropriate Man.