she never finished college but she was a pill expert and took pride in it "Here, this one'll make you rock against your will. You'd need some." "Not me," I said "You afraid?" "Yes." "Hahahahaaa, afraid o' some pills, boy? D' you know what being afraid of this stuff's called around here?" "I don't know what's called around here I'll call it wisdom where I'm at. No pills for me, thanks." "Wow, you're such a pussy, ain't ya? Oh, well that's too bad, I guess. Would've been fun to rock the bed tonight but I ain't lookin' for no pussy. I wanna give that." She gave it to one of my friends along with some sketchy looking pills and from that night on they were a couple of some sorts for a little over a month And when she took the right pills she talked in the wrong ways In her sleep to the walls to her cat to her left foot, but whispering so the right won't hear And when she was on pills she would have her new boyfriend hold her phone and not allow her to answer if her dad called Her dad didn't call too often but somehow managed to call when she was on pills He just wanted to check how college's going not knowing she'd quit or was expelled months ago "Ah, my daddy would so kill me if he found out. Like, yeah, he'd kill me as fuck! But that's all right. I'm all right. I know this dude who prints 'em, makes 'em look like the real thing. Just give 'im the ID an' cash and you're good. I'll be good." Well, I don't know I guess wisdom comes in many, many forms that friend of mine she hooked up with considered it wise to one day just tell her father the truth The phone rang for the fourth time and she was lying in bed naked with froth about her lips and eyes staring up into her skull probably looking for salvation or something He answered and introduced himself to her father and told him everything, even switched to video call to show the man his daughter He thought he'd save her life this way Sacrifice the relationship to save your partner's life I guess that's wise She went into rehab, I heard and, what do you know, a few years later she's married and pregnant I wonder how wise her husband is...
nothing good on TV for 18 years By Bogdan Dragos
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there's nothing good on TV when you're in a crap mood "Shit," he thought. "Nothing's gonna be good on TV for the next 18 years. At least." he sighed and shifted his position on the couch four days till New Year's Eve and he already got the greatest gift one could wish for. A positive pregnancy test from his girlfriend Oh, he was over the moon and everybody knew "Meh, I don't need TV. I'm the best actor I've seen..."
a self-published book on how to quit smoking By Bogdan Dragos — Gobblers / Masticadores // Editores: Manuela Timofte / j re crivello

That did it He was tired of coming home from work and finding a fucking book on the table instead of food but the book was also on his pillow when he went to bed on the toilet tank in the garage in the shed behind the house and on the dashboard of his goddamn […]
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Something Not Even Jesus Could Forgive by Bogdan Dragos
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she hadn’t been his wife
because her religious family would never
allow their sweet treasure
to marry a lowlife like him
But she had been his girlfriend because
she needed to rebel
against her family somehow
But very little of that mattered now
She was no longer among
the living
and it was her own choice
Enforced by two fistfuls of pills
and half a bottle of 65% proof vodka
Her family was beginning
to forget her
now
Suicide was something not even Jesus could
forgive
“I’m stronger than Jesus himself then!”
he shouted in the
hand mirror she left behind
at his place. “I forgive you! And I
still love you.”
He smashed the hand mirror against the wall
and knelt amongst the
shards
They watched him from below
with crimson eyes
Eyes that reminded him of hers when she was
crying in his arms,
talking…
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backstreet dumpster
The world was growing colder because the weather was akin to people’s hearts, he was told in a dream The people had denied him the world and he was left with the backstreet dumpster And he had to share the backstreet dumpster with the dogs Or rather the dogs had to share it with him Regardless, they agreed and at least this corner of the world was a little warmer
Peak of the Desert Heat by Bogdan Dragos
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To work at the peak
of the desert heat
The adults told him he’d need
an injection for that
and the man dressed in white
grabbed his arm and lifted it
and stung him with the needle in the shoulder
and injected the serum
It took away all doubt
from his mind
and all weariness from his heart
and limbs
He was ready
“Good boy,” the adults said
and patted him on the back
They gave him an assault riffle,
one he’d held and used
before for practice,
and sent him out of camp
and towards the enemy soldiers
It’ll be fine
-BOGDAN DRAGOS
Bogdan Dragos supervises casinos for a gambling company, working twelve-hour shifts locked in a dark office full of TV monitors. There he mostly daydreams and writes poems and stories. He also manages a poetry blog Daydreaming as a profession.

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adventure girl by Bogdan Dragos
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It is known You can never hold on to an adventurer and she was one And she was gone and he stood by the window and smelled the guitar she left behind, not knowing how to play it A girl like her travels around the world like a sailor and loves many boys and men and they never forget her The one mistake they all share is trying to lock her in their world It’s like trying to capture the sun’s light in a bag and take it into your dark house Women like her are responsible for men who call themselves romantics and write love poems and dream He struck the cords of the guitar once. Looked out the window. Warm, sunny day. Streets busy with children running fast, passing by adults who walked slow
fasting for muses by Bogdan Dragos

well it’s been about four days of fasting Four days of eating nothing but smoke from his cigarettes so it was difficult to tell whether the woman who sat in his bathtub and smoked some of his cigarettes and watched him writing on his desk was real or not “Of course I’m real, you dumbass!” […]
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don’t trade the madness by Bogdan Dragos
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“You need help,” they told him. “Get some therapy, some counseling, something. Reach out, man, you need help.” He would raise his glass at such advice and say, “Oh, hell yeah, I need all the help I can get. Thanks.” But he would never actually reach for it He’d reach for the closest bottle and pour himself another drink and maybe reach for some leg or breast or ass By this time the ladies knew he wasn’t a bum, even though he looked like one with his ragged, soiled green suit and his worn out shoes his cobweb-like greasy hair and the unkempt beard that looked like he was chewing on a dead, rotting octopus He was loaded with cash despite all that And the explanation was simple He was a poet He laughed at all those well-meaning advisers and their concerns He would return to his home in the…
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TV Remote by Bogdan Dragos
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a thief had entered the house
and all
he stole
was the TV remote
Perhaps some prankster kid
because at times
the TV would act strange. So he’s probably
close and messing with them
there was only the two of them
home. The old man with
dementia and his
daughter, not a very young woman herself
unable to speak,
the old man
began to cry because he couldn’t
watch his favorite
cartoons on TV
and he cried and cried and kept crying
about it
It was too much
and, the daughter thought, it was
about time. About time she
left the past behind and
started her
own life. She was 39, childless,
no husband, no boyfriend, nothing.
Over the next few days
she arranged for the old man
to be placed into foster care. He was still
crying.
Sacrifices had to be made. She was wiping her
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