Zoe Deleuil


It's not often I see you in front of me. Those heavy eyes that shift from left to right through public streets. Back home, you tap the wall with bare hands that slide down and let you in – tapping …

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Making new

Sometimes, not enough, I'd really look at you and say: Let me clean your glasses. You'd take them off. Blink. Hand them over. Pull out a folded handkerchief from your trouser pocket and give that up, too. It's always the …

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Bedside manner

He slipped through the curtains on a Friday night, and pulled them tight behind him. Immediately familiar, he peeled back the sheet and slid his hands into her prickly armpits, rested his head on her back, pressed her belly, tucked …

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