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| Ray |
| by Holly Day |
| he was old and he was wise and I
used him for anything I could get— food, money, a fancy club chaperone all the things my husband wouldn’t give me and he never got to fuck me not once if I knew what love was, I think I could have been a little nicer to him, but he gave me everything I asked for and he never asked for anything and I never gave him shit I was his retribution, I think for the fifteen-year-old stepdaughter he fucked for the rich women he’d used up when he was beautiful, for the half-Negro daughter he gave up for adoption her mother institutionalized, sad and insane I don’t know why else he put up with me |
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| Oct. 2009 |
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