Yeah I’ve got a backbone that can’t decide between being its namesake and being a wishbone. My whole life I’ve been pulling the shorter end, bringing home more men than my mother has ever known in her entire life, up the stairs and into my bed until she finally falls asleep. Yeah the bottle is […]
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This is where I like to go before I get to the cracked vase of our life together. The places we once existed but no longer fit right, taken at a time before things didn’t make sense, not because I couldn’t understand them but because I was a child, I shouldn’t have had to. A […]
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My mother made a slide show for my grandfather’s funeral, and I would stand in silence, observing the process, and she pushed me aside as if she was hiding a secret between the words she had typed onto that empty page and she did not want me to look beyond the letters. The remains […]
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I missed out on feeling your handprints, sticky with doughnut frosting, on my face, on the face of my days. I missed out on being your personal dragon slayer, the guard at your childhood door, the one who saw, and did something. Sometimes I go back, and I’m at the kitchen window, and you come […]
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“I’m bored, Mom.” My twelve-year-old daughter, Mita, spat out the words. I knew this was a prelude to the next question, and it came predictably disguised as a polite inquiry with undertones of a demand. “Can I play on the computer?” I shook my head, and the no-nonsense look quelled the teetering complaints on her […]
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