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NOT THE BEES

When my therapist asks me what’s wrong today, I start to regret even attending this video meeting. She wants to know if it’s the depression or the anxiety or...

Oh god oh fuck

Lately I've been thinking of getting into humiliation rituals. Most of what I say amounts to sharpie on a QR code. I just can’t help that Cyber Trucks look ki...

Passenger

At fourteen, acutely and newly voiceless I became preoccupied with the basking shark. From an animal family typecast as vicious and soulless and yet itself...

Undelivered Mixtapes

Rainy Nights & Pillow Fights: The road trip we took upstate when you spilled coffee on my sneakers…that was one of the last messes we made that we could blo...

CUT LIKE A WIFE

I.  I gave myself away because I wasn’t my father’s to give.  My bone tulle train snagged on the splintered steps descending from the sweeping veranda of ...

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hollower than an engine or whittled upstart fiction a geyser is a fissure a flame a wasting fluid cruder than an ordering an orphan want, an early stain...