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False Memory

  We’re too damaged to go back now, left a little too far open, lost moons, the open box-cutters with a blade that shines like glass against your hair, your eyes, the feeling of blade to skin. Watching you, this is how a river feels— too cool, too fast, a stampede of horses. We can… Read More False Memory

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This is the time, and this is the record of the time.

“This is your captain: We are going down. We are all going down…together.” from Laurie Anderson’s “From the Air” LAST WINTER In the last few waking hours, you watch the world through unblinking eyes. People become impenetrable shadows, dark birds, until everything turns black on the outside. There are no tears. Instead, you remember a… Read More This is the time, and this is the record of the time.

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