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On kindness (I shat in a bag)
Kindness is elusive. Maybe it shouldn’t be. Maybe the fact I believe it is means something is wrong with me — or maybe it is easier for people to believe that, anyway. Every day I move further from normal. From sane. From assimilation. I do not wish to adopt the norms of a society that — read more
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Love letter, while you nap beside me
A notion came to me Sunday afternoon as my lazy eyelashes brushed your salty skin, your pleasant scent filling every breath. Our arms and legs and sheets draped across each other, and your mouth hung open, just a little, which I regarded with the same affection as when the pets sigh and stretch their toes — read more
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Rosemary
My grandmother maintained an expansive and impressive flower garden. I remember walking its grounds as a child, when they felt endless and fantastical. Through towering pines, friendly hydrangeas, bright tulips and marigolds and snapdragons and daisies, fragrant lilacs and roses, and elegant hostas, we wandered. We felt surrounded, liable to get lost somewhere in the — read more
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Words on a Wednesday afternoon
I used to write every day. Little vignettes. I saw dappled sunlight dance across an unusually reflective surface, and I might type into a text box how my eyes were surprised to trace the line from leafy shadows to metallic umbrella to the rather stupid-looking fellow sporting a close-cropped haircut and athletic shorts underneath, how — read more
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Madonna Lays an Egg
Fever consumed Madonna. When she woke in the ICU, flashes of memory bombarded her. Nurses and doctors entering and leaving. Faces of loved ones sporting looks of concern and pity. A strange howling from the room next door. And, of course, there was the egg. In her most vivid flashback, Madonna could picture a scene — read more
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