jan 6

Sometime in the dark of early morning, I shook a fluffy blanket out and made tiny lightning. I spread my arms wide and parachuted a miniature sky of spark and star. I forget that static electricity looks the way it looks. Most days, it’s an invisible thing, a small jaw snapping at my ankles across […]

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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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