Mother will never understand

the answers you seek will never be found at home

I doubt he remembers me as well as I remember him, which is to say, not much at all, but some key details that I cannot recall usually, not even from men I fucked a week or two ago. His name was Mike, or Michal. He was Polish. He had a flatmate, who was in, so we needed to be silent, and his room was in a small house off St Ann’s Road, the corner there …

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