Dwelling Place I walk into the four-walledwheelhouse of a post office withan armful of boxes thinking about howI am going to be cheery and nicein this rush hour of holidays. The line is long.I would kill time clearing my phoneif my arms weren’t already stones. Which means I have no choice but to listento the […]
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The last moment I remember before succumbing to darkness is hearing Margaret’s scream. Shards of glass sinking into my skin. It’s not what I want to remember. A tragedy took her life, but somehow leaves me alive. Bruised. Bloodied. I’m alive to remember what I cannot forget. Pieces of a memory. The bruises will eventually
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What I Learned from the Savage She-Hulk after Aimee Nezhukumatathil With thighs that never endSome women pick up a baseball batbefore unlocking the front doorand some women are green – everywhere there’s an interesting pathos occurringLike hey, for shits, let’s rebuild in one bodywhat they invented from forty handsand ride that feeling – it’s an
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“Pentimento” i will lose sixty pounds and dissectsecond marriages their chalk outlines have even less of a chancebecause the pilled eraser hasn’t been perfected yet but imaginethe only accomplishment being pronunciation and not forgettinghow mice cross the snow in front of the headlightsand maybe it’s too soon to live a life over a sketchcolor with
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Sludge Daddy is dead.Crying will not bring him back;he can’t sense your grieving, little girl. He loves it when you lie to him He left and he’s goneand it should be that simple,but it’s hard to mournwhen we are living in his home. We didn’t ask daddy to build a housewith his arms,his hands, bleeding
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But you asked if I’d work the registration table with you for the 10K charity walk/run. I’ll do anything when I have a crush, even on a Saturday morning. We’re armed with bottles of water, t-shirts, sign-up sheets attached to clipboards, and ballpoint pens that people unwittingly steal. That’s okay, we have a lot of
(Squeaking sound) I heard the sound outside the window and woke up, but still lying in bed.Father ate instant noodles with luncheon meat and egg while watching tv. I was brushing my teeth in thebathroom and thinking about throwing away the old toothbrush.Father stood in front of the door, asking me to get up. “Okay,”
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Enclosed: an Ancient Manuscript discovered most fortuitously by Albion (apprentice necromancer and writer here), detailing methods by which ordinary mortals may Pierce the Veil and return One Dead to their Former Living State. It resembles numerous similar texts in its Dire Warnings of the dreadful consequences of enacting the spell and the Hideous Acts required
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The trick was the sweat on your feetand the stick on the palms of your handstrailing like a bug leaving slimecupping around the base and sliding to the top.If you could reach the netyou were one of us. You didn’t have to be strong, I wasn’t.Sinewy muscles poking through skinon lanky arms like knots in
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Birth I read the newsIn between baby announcementsFrom two old roommatesWhile I was sitting on the toilet,Feeling like I gave birth to a demon.It was just cramps and a clot,Cells that could be flushed away,But I’m also remindedOf the haunting I experienceFrom this body that does notFeel like my own.“You’re too young;“You will change your
