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The woman and the girl faced the door. It’s going to be an improvement, but it isn’t going to be easy. They’re good. You said they were good. They are good. So the woman knocked on the door while the girl shivered and became a faceless, shaking spine. And the woman named Monica opened... - Nonfiction > All NonfictionBeing young doesn't make you a kid; being lied to makes you a kid. You come piping from the oven and resemble road kill with one major distinction: you're fresh. You are a stream of squeals, your face is a crinkled chip, your skin is Vienna sausage, and you're coddled and cleansed and ultim...
- Poetry > Free VerseThere is this love where you lay your hands gently. You arrange them in cradles. For fresh to nestle there. And their skin is mild. And things are still fine-tuning. They have things to tell you. You don’t listen right. So they are content to let you love them. Soft as peach. Special...
- Fiction > All FictionGrasshoppers in a Sink I’ll never forget the day the grasshoppers came from the sink. I had filled the day with average things. I had gotten out of bed within two minutes of my allotted standard. I had an uneventful morning. I got to use the dentist prescribed toothpaste that my parents use that ...
- Reviews > All ReviewsOn February the third, two thousand and seven, I observed that the human race is at once entirely ridiculous and insane. I was sitting in fourth period math—and suitably—in a comatose. I was thinking about the fact that corn could provide more compelling conversation than Crystal at the moment...
- Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceI'll never forget the day the grasshoppers came out of the sink. I had filled the day with average things. I had gotten out of bed within two minutes of my allotted time. I had an uneventful morning. I got to use the dentist-prescribed toothpaste that my parents use and I'm not allowed to beca...
