the personal fables

boxing lessons

the other night my sweet drughound friend took me by the hand and escorted me into the box.

i spent a long time doing my lipgloss in the mirror while she was doing who knows what.

Here’s an image from the New York Times.  The shows were strange and scandalous.

I felt like I was at the moulin rouge.  Locked eyes with art superstar Terence Koh.  I went home when a fat guy tried to make me dance beegees with him.

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