T. M. Chris
A man with his shirt off looking at a mirror image of himself

Same Sex

I meet myself at a keg party. Leaning against a counter in an over-bright frat house kitchen, a red Solo cup of the usual half-warm, half-flat, thoroughly-awful beer in hand, listening to my bestie Lydia babble about all the babes in the room as I scan it in pursuit of[…]

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