Imprint by Kayla King

The memory of you feels so real. It glitters there, in the back of my neck, filtering through marrow & veins & flesh that once felt imprinted with your scent. It’s what they call sillage and I have to believe them, if only to know you might still be with me in some molecular way. […]

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PBR by Phoebe Lyons

That night, I slipped out of the house with my hair in knots and toasted my DARE officer with a Coors Light from the passenger window of a tan Honda. I remember you once told me that every teenage girl drives a Honda and it’s true. That night I saw you with your hood up […]

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Three Rooms by Emily Ward

I didn’t learn how to tie my shoelaces until I was twelve and three-quarters — I was used to loving the mud between my toes, bits of sunflower petals under the biggest nail. Our house sat on a sandstone promontory, and it shuddered when I left wet footprints in the hall. I learned to put […]

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