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Dolores

  Dolores is in the moment. Dolores is a woman left out-of-doors, while all the neighbors close their           curtains. To them, Dolores is a plague creeping down their streets, palms pressed on one           door after the next. Dolores is a piece of shit, they say. Everything Dolores touches turns stupid. But Dolores is much more… Read More Dolores

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Dreamscape

  As a child, she was terrified of birds. After watching The Birds, she went outside with her shoulders hunched and eyes looking down. One night, in her dreams, she thought the piranha and the pterodactyl were also birds. When she awoke, they were—and all the teeth and feathers, scales and skin, were hers, settled… Read More Dreamscape

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Concealer

  In the early part of the day, I eat flowers in the attempt to be more beautiful. All the curtains remain closed, the lights off, mirrors concealed. I imagine I am thin like a swan, the smooth, sharp feathers, the eyes that strike through skin. With enough time, my skin will become translucent, thin,… Read More Concealer

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Puzzle Skin

  In the middle of summer, he removed his shirt and stood next to the open hood, engine steaming, when I first observed the Frankenstein’s monster tattoo covering his right bicep, broken down into puzzle pieces, part of the lip and neck and forehead missing. I imagined how it might look, the lower jaw and… Read More Puzzle Skin

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Screenwriter

                                                   . . . Stared at myself in the mirror. My eyes were dark                                                  pits and my gums had turned a pulpy red. I seemed to                                                  be looking at the portrait of   a man who hadn’t eaten a piece of fruit in years—he’s skeletal but somehow large. Reaches for me as I go to… Read More Screenwriter

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Childbirth

  Here is how it ends—the whale departs from its shell and there is a curve of body and blood, a trail of the mother’s womb. Counterpoise: the redistribution of weight and water—for a moment, you can see the sea rise—and then, the equilibrium. Cell-like, and I see the earth growing smaller.    

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Safe Word

  Let’s try this again—instead of walking down a dirt road, we’re walking down a path in the park. We’ve ditched the apples, and we’re eating fall leaves. And instead of telling you I love you, I’ll tell you I never did. And you’ll be quiet, because you’ll know. Because I don’t love you. Not… Read More Safe Word

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November Daily

  In the past, I’ve always found myself attempting to complete the task that is NaNoWriMo (National Novel-Writing Month), always with very minimal success. What is interesting is that I find out every year, maybe two or three days before the month is over, that a “poetry version” of NaNoWriMo has been in progress while… Read More November Daily

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