Stray
On the beach, close to sunset, a dog runs toward us fast, agitated, perhaps feral, scrounging for anything he can eat. We pull the children close and let him pass.…
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Fugue
Virginia Woolf, incested though her childhood, wrote that she imagined herself growing up inside a grape. Grapes are sealed and safe. You wouldn’t quite float in one; you’d sit locked in enough moisture to keep from drying out, the world outside though gelid green.…
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Blues
I am lazy, the laziest girl in the world. I sleep during the day when I want to, ’til my face is creased and swollen, ’til my lips are dry and hot. I eat as I please: cookies and milk after lunch, butter and sour cream on my baked potato, foods that…
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