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… Ask the creamer / about our ancestor’s first gathering, a time when / things were far from dishwasher safe.
Mama said she’s tired, but I know she’s not.
Even when love goes rancid, it’s hard as hell to throw it out.
I could make them smile, I could make them frown, I could even make them laugh, but their eyes always revealed their lack of humanity.
Her hand had no fingers.
She threw away all the clothing in the closet first: the blue button-downs, the scarves, the shoes tucked into the plastic, over-the-door organizer, even ripped out the unstained beige berber carpet.
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… I am not the only one
who is starving
in the sea.
The Passions of Christ: A Polish exhibition on U.S. religion calls for spiritual – and sexual – diversity
Everything about it exudes sensuality: the closeness of their bodies in the absence of eye contact, the shine of their polyester shirts, the shape of their torsos looming underneath.
“All Through the Dark Night of Your Human Life” by Lisa K. Buchanan & “Activity” by Paul Beilstein
Most of the time she loves him with that tug behind her stomach, the one that feels like a hook pulling her insides up and out her throat. She loves him like a clenched fist, like a popped blister, like feeling sick and sweaty when it’s cold outside. But when she cleans the bathroom, she hates him.
The collective memory of a place and time resides in the place itself.
Officer, I’m going to have to write you a poem for that moment of beauty you missed back there.
…Blackwell attempts to challenge the way we read a story in the same way Kant challenged the way we perceive the world, the number of assumptions we bring to any experience.
But you found your way to a deeper place, where the tumors from my cousin’s stomach lined the walls like peeling wallpaper.