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Kevin Ridgeway The Night I Found Out I Was Getting a Divorce the girls tied me up while i was passed out on smirnoff’s they painted my arms and foreheads with the absurd things i’d said while i got drunk, and then my wife called to say she was leaving me and i attempted suicide by trying to swallow the toxic paint they were using but off i went to the emergency room where my therapist crossed her legs underneath her clipboard in a cocktail dress pulled away from a high society party and she read what it said on my forehead which said I WANT TO FUCK CATS before telling me i really shouldn't drink. that’s when i got on the telephone with my mother and my brother and told them they were both fuck-headed narcissists who ruined my childhood by lying to me about our fathers and then waiting to show me how they did not know how to handle my drinking problem because the mean truth i attempted to speak was their worst nightmares come to life, a heartbreak greater than the loss of the premature love in a life where everything is at such a rapid speed headed for the finish line where we’ll all die alone, scared, disappointed, and hopefully with the words I WANT TO FUCK CATS inscribed into our foreheads as they empty themselves of their consciousness in a laughing practical joke where we all abandon each other in the dark.

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Mojave River Review spring/summer 2019  

The Mojave River Review spring/summer 2019 issue spotlights superb poetry and prose by brilliant contributors from around the globe. Enjoy 2...

Mojave River Review spring/summer 2019  

The Mojave River Review spring/summer 2019 issue spotlights superb poetry and prose by brilliant contributors from around the globe. Enjoy 2...

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