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Pisderium

I call them North Creek, South Creek, East Creek, West Creek. Better Still: Nowhere Creek at all. I refuse to call them by their actual names out of a sense of intimacy so deep and personal it’s almost embarrassing to admit even as it causes me to hesitate over this sentence for a minute or…

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Unpressured

Alarm. Damn. Two snoozes too many. Out of bed, throw on clothes, grab the bags, slam some coffee. In the car, run a yellow, dodge the slow ones, find the gaps. Park the car, bags again, drop them off, through security. Moving walkway, at the gate, on the plane, find a seat, buckle up, earbuds…

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