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The Stylist

“Nice costume!” The words flung themselves at me, punctuated with mocking laughter. This was not a costume party. I was not in costume. It was these children in their colorful suits and paisley prints and patterns stacked on top of patterns who were in costume. “How do you do it?” I asked the only person […]

(22) Missed Calls

John 12/13/2018 22:34:07 – Hey, honey. Do you need me to pick up anything else while I’m at the store? Lira 12/13/2018 22:37:24 – Milk, tylenol, salt (for the steps). <3 John 12/13/2018 23:02:18 – On my way home. See you in a few. Lira 12/13/2018 23:03:33 – Okay. Drive safe.

A Sticky Exchange

Hot pink post-it, found on fridge, 7am: Stop drinking my blood Light blue post-it, found on fridge, 9pm: Gross, I would never! Hot pink post-it, found on fridge, 10pm: I know it was you Light blue post-it, found on fridge, 11pm: I don’t even drink blood Hot pink post-it, found on bedroom door, 2am: Did […]

Apple Heart

When I was born, I did not have a heart, so the Doctor fashioned one for me out of an apple. In return, every day for the rest of my life, I was to bring him an apple. Until I was old enough to walk, mama delivered the apple to the Doctor, carrying me swaddled […]

Motorcycle Jack

Her name was Motorcycle Jack and I didn’t know whether I wanted to be her or to fuck her when we met. “Motorcycles aren’t just machines. Motorcycles have a soul. They’re better than people.” That was her motto and I adopted it like the eleventh commandment the summer I worked the round-up, sitting beneath the […]