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Cody Pease

I Became Anything

I finished the wine. The next time I saw him, he was reading a cigarette ad.

            I was then unable to throw his clothes out the window.


He counted the summers, the jobs, who he answered and used.

            I had a child’s realism. Sometimes, I became anything,


a butcher, a moral exercise. And he called it research.

            I went upstairs, to our one-bedroom apartment, and


simply cried. He was interested in the silence

            of my narrator. Which was only a river.


I took him to that party. He never asked, he didn’t need to.

            A year passed before I stopped hearing his voice,


and then noticed the waiters in blue, the street

            outside my sunlit window, that great resistance -


the beginning of a special ache.

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Cody Pease is a queer writer. They are currently pursuing a Master of Social Work at the University of Missouri - St. Louis. Their work has been nominated for the Pushcart prize, and also appears in The Offing and X-R-A-Y Literary Magazine, among others. They can be found on Twitter and Instagram @codyp777.

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