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  • Bring me paprika, cumin, and nutmeg, and while you're out, think about this: Do you want to be in this relationship? I'd like an answer when you're back from the store.

    Endings are an old stubby-fingered hand-wave at the mailbox. The crunch of gravel quickens under your wheels. You wonder, "will this be the last time?"

    Endings are a story circle, a whiskey toast, a final shot.

    Endings are descending quickly into the sinkhole--the 2 train at Bergen.

    Endings are snot-smeared upper lips and butterfly barrettes.

    Endings are pink pajamas at the 24 hour emergency room.

    Endings are the state-sanctioned murder of a journalist mucking up the truth.

    Endings are the quick hands of an insistent man shutting up your no's, He spits into your open mouth "it's not like you're a virgin." when you are.

    Endings are the smack sound of crossing the line, the sour taste of your own blood,

    Endings are a signed lease, an empty house, a one-way plane ticket,

    Endings are the rearview mirrors of our memory.

    If living is language, the language of breakups are -I-N-Gs, -E-D, the silent E. As in failings, sedated, remorse.

    The answer is no, I don't want to be in this relationship any-more.

    Endings begin a new ending.

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