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Every once in a while I catch myself thinking about how my hair is everywhere, all the time, how you used to love it— (I don’t know if you still love it) how, some days, You must wake up and find long, tangled strands of it, woven into the threads of your sheets, from all the times I sa... - Poetry > Free VerseI never liked the ivory wool blanket you came with— it was itchy, it didn’t match your silk. I used to wear your as a scarf. Did you know I couldn’t fall asleep without you? The frays came with time, the pilling came with time, and there were many a time that I almo...
- Poetry > Free VerseLast night at dinner, Dad watched me push on a bump on my back, massaging it with three fingers in circular motions. Hold my neck up high, make a straight line, shoulders back, the bump still there. “Your mother had that, you know. Just get used to it.” The only piece of you in me...
- Poetry > Free VerseWhen I was little, the names inside meant nothing to me. I tried to write like you, like every daughter probably does, tries to copy her mother. by forging your signature for two months in fourth grade, until my teacher finally noticed. My hair is permanently parted left and in a low bu...
- Poetry > Free VerseIt’s funny how, even in the dark, pitch black, when the sounds are all you see, you know the cloud of your breath hovers inches away—tiny particles of moist, of germs, of the last thing you drank, the last person you kissed. Floating, because those particles float, it’s science though I don’...
- Poetry > Free VerseAn aged version of my grandmother sat waiting for my sister and me on the stoop in front of the place you probably didn’t call home. I knew you were in there, upstairs perhaps, your body now bloated from the pills that dissolved inside of you, to stop those voices, to make you safe. ...
- Poetry > Free VerseIf I could have my way, It’d probably be October. We’d be on wicker chairs, the kind that sink a little when you shift your weight. I guess I’d like it to be somewhere upstate, because it’s a lot colder there, and the light is pure gold. It would speckle the table, little fla...
- Poetry > Free VerseThere are days that I don't think I look like you at all, that I look more like Dad, that all his genes were passed on to me. So on those days, I pull out that picture where our hair is almost the same, and my smile is just about as crooked, as big, as yours. I hold them there,...
- Poetry > Free VerseNothing looked the same— Or maybe everything did? I couldn’t tell. It had all blurred together over time. Seven years of clinging to those memories, the steep drive up the canyons, the smell of fire and salt on my skin. Sand was stuck to me eternally, or so it seemed at the time— t...
- Poetry > Free VerseWe started at a Burger king, on the hot plastic benches outside, a spread of their finest in front of us. We were fresh off the plane, with our rental car loaded, suitcases filling the trunk and backseat. It was like we were moving here, with the amount of stuff we had. Mom finished her ...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionI am lying here, patiently waiting for sleep. You haven’t been to bed in a while, my dear—what’s wrong? Can I help in any way? I just want to hear your breath—steady, perpetual—interrupting the still silence of our nightly slumber. I can’t sleep without you, my dear. You’ve been away b...
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