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PPD CH. 3Suits. A/U. MARVEY SLASH! Pres!Harvey Agent!Mike
Mike stopped asking questions after they got off the private jet that was provided. He would either get a deflected answer or Donna would give him...”a look.” One that said she was going to kill him or he was supposed to know the answer.
He didn’t even ask about the apartment Donna had set him up with; that looked like a five star hotel. He thought he would save himself a heart attack by not knowing how much the rent was.
Before leaving, Donna had handed him an abundance of binders and paperwork. Mike had to memorize the contents of every binder by the end of the week and get the paperwork turned into a man named Louis Litt, who was apparently the director of the secret service, by mid-week.
His closet, maybe a bedroom, was filled with black suits and a matching tie drawer. White dress shirts were hung opposite of thos
A Dirty MikeySuits. Marvey. Muddy!Mike
“Joe, just take the deal.” Harvey stated. The construction helmet was itching and as the day wore on, his mood became thin. Mike being restless behind him didn't help.
“Are you telling me this because I’m so rich that I can just pay people away or because you’re tired of me and this construction site?” Joe asked as he lifted some cement bags, sweat present on his forehead.
“A little of both.” Mike mumbled making Harvey roll his eyes. They both followed the muscular man across the construction site. Joe dropped the bags near some soggy, wet holes in the ground and brushed his hands on his jeans.
“I’m only giving you the best lawerly advice.”
“Sure, Harvey. Look, I really need to finish digging these holes because one of my guys broke the post digger. So, unless you’re gonna help me, I’m done talki
5:20i went to the forest
to purify my lungs
then i saw the thick
three letter scar
i left in a slender
birch, and wondered how
i could let you poison
another living thing.
moths aren't afraid of pins
till they're stuck to a piece of styrofoam.
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
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