ch2\ shower oranges

I wasn’t ready to be awake today, so I sat in my dream about prison. It was a different type of incarceration than any I’d known, but a cage is a cage is a cage, and I know well how to live in one, even in sleep. At 6am, I peeked an eye open but […]

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journal: shoulder-peeks

This is the first time the OC Fair will be cancelled since World War II. I still haven’t gone despite having lived here for 15 years. (Why do we use roman numerals for the world wars?) My girlfriend is married to a man who says “Google it.” after any conceivable question, and it suits her. […]

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ch1\ i make the bed

I had been in the loop for two days. A cold concrete place with no bedding, mostly used as a drunk tank. I was wearing a soft purple sweater from REI and blue jeans, but they had taken my shoes and underwear. They stripped me down entirely in a hallway and then pushed me into […]

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2019: erosion

Earlier this year, I peed in a bedpan, one floral hospital curtain away from my boyfriend. He turned the water on the sink for me, in case it helped. Mortified, I thought it might be better if I just actually died. An hour before that, I had lost all hearing, lost vision in one eye, […]

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on the backs of selfies

A fiction based entirely on lots and lots of non-fiction experiences, moments, and conversations. It is the story I think about when I see someone take a selfie in a space where it doesn’t seem like the most appropriate of actions. We all engage with the world and ourselves differently. We’re all on a journey […]

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basic blues and golden deliciousness

When I research my symptoms, the internet tells me I am super stressed. When I trade my necklace for a tarot reading, the stranger tells me that I am incredibly stressed. In my dream, I am meeting a group of people. It’s a little windy and I am pulling on my blazer as I walk. […]

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spades

November 2018 His voice is comfortable with itself, the kind of calm authority you develop when people count on you to say the right thing. He is a reverend, and the food has just been set down, and we are new friends so he looks up from across the table and asks, “I’d like to […]

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no contiguity

I’m old and I’m broken and I’m trying to not say either of those things anymore, because my mind doesn’t need to hear it. My knees pop either way.My hip stiffens when I sit too long.My body is a map of scars that healed themselves invisible. I’ve edited my life story down to soundbites, down […]

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