oliver

My first day back, I see Oliver. He calls and tells me to meet him at his apartment in Astoria. Two blocks from where I’m staying with Simon. Oliver has cuts and thorns tattooed on his back. The word family on him arm. His best friend’s name, who he lost, on the back of his calve. I ask him if they hurt. “Tattoos hurt. It’s not like, the most painful thing. But they’re definitely not comfortable.” Oliver has a six pack. Narrow hips....
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