I was trying to think of time not as a linear thing but as a landscape; that these stories, people, and objects are existing on the same plane or landscape at the same time.
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From the Archives: Object Lessons
Refusal brought too much attention, so I was ready the next time the tongue came towards me. I snatched its grey-white tip and felt the weight of its inner meat slide down in the sheath of its skin. I lifted it high so the other end would not touch me and passed it along.
POETRY
Millennial Debt
I write to you in search of refuge.
MICRO
I eat one single peach at night
The juice of it all, irrepressible. Against all / you’d win.
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From the Archives: BNA → LAX
“I return to my birthplace with a focus on breath. / It’s easier to inhale the California landscape.”
Everywhere
We know our place and keep to it. We believe our place to be all places. We find the crack like water. We crawl. We beg. We scream. We tapdance. We sing. We sing. We sing.
The Ocean
Symbol-sick, a girl in girl heaven / kissed a girl on a zebra-print couch, reanimating herself into a person.
Roadside Attraction
Standing on the deck feels like being at the edge of an empty picture frame, or on a stage upon which a show might be performed—or might not be, depending on your luck.
