There was a time when her face was taut and tan. In the era of her youth from sixteen to… Read more The Woman With the Bruised Face
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Fuck Being A Child Star, I Wanna Be A Child Mannequin
Maybe it had something to do with Barbie’s gloriously stoic face. Sure, she was technically smiling all the time, but… Read more Fuck Being A Child Star, I Wanna Be A Child Mannequin
Semitic Symbols in Dreamland
She kept dreaming of people from her past. People who were specifically Jewish. When she looked up a phrase like,… Read more Semitic Symbols in Dreamland
The Hairball
Spending the small hours of her days vacuuming was something she had gotten used to ever since moving in with… Read more The Hairball
And The Earth Shrugs Like Atlas
“It’s getting hotter and hotter and harder each and every year.” She can hear the Sublime song play over the… Read more And The Earth Shrugs Like Atlas
The Crest(fallenness) of a Wave
Alone on a beach is where she liked to be best. There was something illicit about it in that the… Read more The Crest(fallenness) of a Wave
Bretagne, Pas Grand
Of all the people she could have asked, could have reached out to–I’m still not really sure why it was… Read more Bretagne, Pas Grand
A Natural Disaster Declared on the Day You Were Born
The fires raged and raged until it was almost as though you couldn’t look at anything in your vision without… Read more A Natural Disaster Declared on the Day You Were Born
The Anti-Dream
On Sundays in the early 90s, before Pulp Fiction was filmed there, you could find me and my mother at… Read more The Anti-Dream
I Hug My Sexual Assaulter Like It’s Nothing
I hug my sexual assaulter like it’s nothing. It is he, in fact, who acts skittish about “making nice” in… Read more I Hug My Sexual Assaulter Like It’s Nothing
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