Be it to deserts, water, tumors, guns or lungs that quit working—those gone are gone. I talk to headstones and wonder if I’m crazy; when I talk to people about crazy things I feel sane. Sometimes my tongue seems foreign and won’t
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Momma put a note in the bulletin that we were looking for clothes youth size four for the boy with the split lip who came up out of the French Broad. His skin was green, not golf course green or lawn mower
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Shirley Jackson used to be my best friend but even then I didn’t really like her because she was better than me at everything. She was prettier, for one thing, and even though neither of us wanted a boyfriend she could have
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We’re hanging in deep heatover the husk of old Abilene, a host of buzzard tourists in teal and tungsten anti-grav Wellingtons. The guide-track waxes wisein our sprouted earbuds: Through the last days,their abandoned missile silos filled with slant rain. The locals dove deep in those dark pools, came up
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it’s easier to clean up after a party of one. close the bag of doritos, turn off netflix, and it’s almost like it never happened. i long for the echo of laughter in my ears, for glitter still pressed on my body, for sweat that smells like someone else, for
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