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XXXVIII. Only Wednesday.
The Little Martian hobbles into my cold damp room and takes in my disheveled olive tank top and bright blue shorts there is an incepack...
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XXXVII. Pringle.
The Little Martian seems startled as he stumbles into view in this tiny, tiny room. “Ha?” We are both quite surprised But there is just...
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XXXVI. White Sugar
The Little Martian looks at me over the brim of his overpriced to-go coffee cup “Hellooo?” He says stretching out the syllables in a very...
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XXXV. Coaster.
The little Martian sits on my bright green bedspread, cross-legged, crisscross apple sauce. Where have I heard that before? The Martian...
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XXXIV. Kid Gloves
The Little Martian points to the sticker on my adapter, it's an orange dog sipping a coffee in a room on fire. “Don’t do that” he says,...
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XXXII. Done
The Little Martian shimmers into view just as the first melodramatic tear rolls down my cheek. We are sitting in a poetry workshop,...
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XXXI. Leprechauns !
The Little Martian has been elusive and empty, avoiding certain songs, avoiding certain paths. The little martian insists he is perfectly...
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XXX. Apple Juice
The little martian keeps me company as I question the fabric of my reality. The martian listens to me patiently, doesn’t warble my words,...
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XXIX. Friday The Thirteenth
The little martian nudges me emphatically as he points to my calendar. I look away, pretend I don’t see what he’s pointing at, the...
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XXVIII. Halogen
The Little Martian laughs with me as we sit curled up near a stolen halogen heater. Crumbs litter my bohemian rug, the martian and I have...
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XXVII. Thursday
The little martian joins me under Andrea, the willowy amphitheater tree. We sit under her pretty, curling leaves and drink coffee from my...
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XXVI. Toes.
The little martian feels very tired He doesn’t know what to say to me and I thank him for that. It's nice not to have everyone saying...
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XXV. Sated
The little martian smiles gently at me He sits on the green suede chair by the window, the Jamun tree casts a glow upon him in the 3...
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XXIV. Waves.
The little martian stumbles and fumbles blurrily out of my bed and bumbling onto the carpeted floor. He reheats an old cup of coffee and...
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XXXIII. Whirring!
My mind has been whirring all night. The little martian cracks it open and a billion whizzing cogs spill onto the carpeted floor. “Holy...
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XXXII.Jelly.
The little Martian catapults into a burning volcano and welcomes the frightening burn of lava. He simultaneously plunges a poison tipped...
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XXXI. Supernova!
"It's a star which burns up other stars, got it? Nothing stands a chance in a supernova." I read out from page 381 of the hitchhiker's...
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XXX. Little Sapien.
The little martian is bored stiff. “I just -I just don’t feel like I'm living up to my intellectual capabilities you know what I mean?...
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XXIX- Monday
He's not you None of them are The little Martian snorts as he leans over the crowded metro bench to peer into my notes app "Who you...
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XXVIII. Obliterate!
The little martian stumbles blearily out of the loo and stares at me with wan eyes. His cheeks are a sickly pale green and his face is...
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