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Hector

Amelia:

“Then wear the gold hat, if that will move her;
if you can boun

Dear Amelia,

I was going to start this thing off with some crappy poetry quote, but let’s face it, you deserve better than that. You deserve better than anything you ever got from my stupid roommate

Amelia.

Here it is: I couldn’t stand it when you were always here with him, but it turns out it’s worse when you’re not. I miss you. Can I call?

Yours, Hecto

HI, HECTO

I AM JUST A TOILET, AND CANNOT RESPOND ANY LOVE LETTER.
THANKS FOR YOUR ATTENTION,
TOILET

Friday, December 19, 2008
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Agnes

“Agnes is going to the library to pretend to study,” Agnes tells her phone. It processes this, and then, as she’s walking through the RFID sentinels, purrs something new from the feed.

“No phones, please,” says the librarian in the wheelchair, like Agnes needs the extra guilt. She covertly wakes it again (muted) once she’s around the corner.

Hector is in the library, her phone says, because there’s too much drama in his room.

Agnes peeks down through the lightwell to confirm this. “Oh no, phone!” she whispers. “That means Jason–”

Amelia and Jason ended their relationship, it hiccups.

“:(,” Agnes sighs.

Friday, December 12, 2008
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Her Purse

An operetta for guitar and baritone
by Jason Corddry
for Amelia
whose purse was left in my room
when you went to Kai’s party
wait, I forgot the subtitle
(My Fingers are Bleeding Gmaj7)
(that’s the subtitle)
(they’re not actually bleeding)
(but I do have a hangnail)

ACT I
In which an unnamed boy and girl meet
under the falling blossoms of a cherry tree
unless it was dogwood but let’s say cherry
I can’t check since they bulldozed it for the new library
Christ, that’s symbolic
THAT should be the subtitle

ACT II
In which Amelia goddamn sleeps with Kai

Wednesday, August 13, 2008
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