“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
I’ve never kissed a soul. I have only kissed the small head of cat, all dusted with hay. And too, I kissed raindrops off of the apples, cold in autumn. I’ve known books, high on shelves. I met a wave when it knocked me over, and a model carousel. I once dug up a mollusk.
Most of her life, she liked snow. She had attended a college in Canada called Snow College, which her parents had paid for in cold snowy money from their bank account—frozen money, even, because it was first carefully kept in a large freezer in her parents’ basement and meant for nothing but her college future.
Come closer, divorcees, theys, and gaysUnhappy middle aged wivesSalad servers and romaine lettuce eatersHear ye, Hear ye,sons of MedusaAnd daughters of Eve Come closer, my dears, to the cauldronFrom which we summon our strengthInto the pot we throw our painAnd in a few days, hours even,We have formed a soup of surrender. The real magic
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