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Giant Nut Head

“Who’s reading next?” asks Jeremiah, smoking.

“Thank you!” says Giant Nut Head, standing up in a varsity band jacket two sizes too big. “This is a poem I wrote about Highlander.” In response, against all credulity, the kids lounged around the steps smatter applause.

“I’ve got to stop coming to school hung over,” winces Destiny.

“Look at it this way,” murmurs Jeremiah, “anyone who sees your eyes will just assume you’re high.”

Destiny pushes sunglasses up her nose. “I wish.”

“You really don’t,” says Jeremiah. “Poetry Time is best suffered sober.”

“The TV show, not the movie,” Giant Nut Head clarifies.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010
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Destiny

“Wouldn’t it be great if you had, like, a remote control?” says Destiny. “But for real life.”

“There are so many bad movies about–never mind,” says Kent. “What would you use it for?”

“Oh, y’know, pausing things like Zack Morris, or we could just dub over our whole first date,” she says, rolling her eyes.

Pause.

“You said you had fun,” he says, a wounded animal.

“I just meant–”

“I thought you liked the planetarium!”

“eeeeeBaSookuDeaboDooZHEEEP,” says Destiny.

“Making sound effects with your mouth doesn’t rewind–”

“Wouldn’t it be great if you had, like, a remote control?” says Destiny brightly.

Friday, January 22, 2010
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Jeremiah

Maddy stretches a recipe. Kent fiddles with his father’s old turntable while Destiny sells her aunt’s LPs.

H.G. talks to his cat a lot; Eola writes stories on paper airplanes. Adamkin collects playing cards from the gutter. Landrey does her homework in Sharpie and it bleeds through six looseleaf pages. Annabelle loans her a Bic #2.

Theo died, two years ago, of “complications.” Tally sits in his old desk.

What if there’s exactly one person in the world for you?

What if you’re not the one for them?

Jeremiah scuffs his soles in time to the beat of his iPod heart.

Wednesday, January 30, 2008
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