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| ***BIO*** Jade Sylvan lives in Boston, Massachusetts. Her first novel is currently being considered for publication and she is at work on a second. She also writes and performs poetry and updates her blog, www.thebrokenwatch.blogspot.com, regularly. She enjoys goat cheese, flannel sheets, wearing dresses, Spoon (the band, not the utensil), and snobby microbrewed beers. In her new apartment, her bedroom is a sunny gold, and this makes her very happy. |
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| by Jade Sylvan |
| Slept with a Christian boy in his clean sheets.
He ate me raw, pulled me out of my t-shirt, unhooked my bra with two fingers, smooth, like men in movies may get on take three. I said in whisper, don't worry, you can be rough with me, said again louder, don't worry, I'm tough and like it hard like opus dei. So he lashed me red and ragged, slashed with tongue o' nine tails my wet flesh, trembling, ruptured. If you've learned your Latin, you know that passion comes from pain. Never been with a believer before. Not a real one whose God is a hand on his shoulder. His fingers in me ached with hopeless agape, philia spilling in erotic waves, down the curling arch of my blistered back. When he shot his seed into my hot mouth it burned my insides white to feel the weight in the words, "Oh God," when they expect to find a sympathetic ear to share in this simple pain. |
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| Feb. 2008 |
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