Friday, April 24, 2015

I always loved Stephanie, the idea of Stephanie

Wrote "W"s on each ass cheek. Bent over & spelt "WOW" with her asshole. Nights with my sister full of smoke, drink, dance, laughing. And crazy stories: Dad baby-sitting Stephanie in Cleveland porno houses. The tattered Mission "tranny" karaoke where we used to dance, kissed. In NY, Stephanie called. "Sunday's a date!" Then I canceled - a friend said Sunday was his only free night. "Stephanie can we reschedule?" "Sure."  They knew without knowing they wouldn't. Sunday had been their night. Months later, returning from rehab she overdosed. His sister called. Penn Station. Bought ice cream, cried, ate slowly.

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