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This is Not a Wedding in the Dark

The billionaires are building bunkers, and I’m bleeding onto the sidewalk. This is the rat race, soul-striking: spoiled milk in your coffee, candles cause cancer, and there’s Parkinson’s in the country-club grass. Arsenic’s in tampons and it is against the law to die pregnant and they can’t find a control group for microplastics, honestly; oh, […]

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I Don’t Want To Be An Administrative Assistant, I Want To Take Over The World

My brother says, “I’ll call you right back, Krys,” but he doesn’t. Cloud-colored in the checkout line, I nod to the clerk, spikes in her subtlety as she watches me scan a Covid test, no mask. Lady, I’m trying my best. And the thought isn’t lined with defense or defeat, (we say so much more […]

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Panic Attack At A Teacher’s Convention

A summer Wednesday in August; all the breath in the world vanished as I hunched violet, choking, drinking in everyone’s colors. All the breath in the world. It was The Volturi leading all those tourists to their deaths, where they tore their necks open, a blood bath. My favorite person on the planet died bleeding […]

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Cry About It

I stumble through life alone, in the store, trying sunglasses on. And fuck if people don’t hate when you’re pathless, happy, when all the milligrams add up to driving 95 and not thinking “crash.” When the coast and the long tapered candles and the watered down wine is enough. Your mind, the cat, both so […]

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Microscopic Fights With Change, Personified

Four years waiting for Change and then one day, It knocked politely, but I was lackadaisical getting to the door. I always am, taking the knuckles of any egg-less neighbor or soul-saving missionary or Pest Control Specialist as intrusive, punishable. What good was having a door if people knocked on it? “Just a minute!” I […]

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It Never Gets Better

[Ten Years Without My Dad] It’s July again, always July again. Suffocating and stifling. The kind of heat that kills those forgotten: little babies in cars, or homeless drunks, or people over a certain age with pre-existing health conditions too-slow getting their mail. It’s the inside of my apartment’s laundry room, more of a shed, […]

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On Limerence: I Have Never Been In Love, Just Inane

a wise woman once said “A crush is just a lack of information.” The night spoiled just like the wine had, and I thought about love, then, and all the nights I’d spent dreamy-eyed in Saint Augustine, convinced I was somebody’s soulmate. It was always by painstaking design, these times, of course no one ever […]

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Love In The Age Of Not Wanting A Baby

There is always an ending. I bow out early, into a lightning-cracked sky, before the show ends and the streets flood with coats on sidewalks, some patrons silently tender (her fingertips curl around her girlfriend’s arm as she leads them to the car), some dissatisfied (“twenty two and a half years, four kids, two houses, […]

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Going Cowgirl Copper As The World Ends

The Eagles are undefeated and I need a coffee cardinally. (“I think you mean ‘carnally,’” someone corrects me. I double down:”I don’t. I mean, like, fundamentally, I need a coffee.” “Yeah, ‘carnally’ is related to appetite. That’s what you’re trying to say.” “We can literally use language however we want, leave me alone.”) It’s one o’clock […]

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“It Drives You Crazy, Getting Old”

I sleep at my brother’s four times a year, now, and he gets on me for eating take-out on top of the guest bedroom comforter (“Who the fuck eats chocolate mousse cheesecake alone at two in the morning?“) and struggling with the lock in the middle of the night and not knowing how to work […]

Y’all Don’t Got Purgatory?

Two ex’s meet again in Hell and have a conversation about The Decision Makers.

Jesus Would Be 5’8 & Hate The Fanbase

I fight with “christians” in the comment section on the internet, and I think Jesus would, too, if I’m being perfectly honest. I think he’d lose himself in losing, often, (in likes and quick comebacks) on Facebook with racists who can’t spell and Tiktok with jaded girls who are strikingly pretty but sick, sinking, in […]

Draft:From The Notes App

I like the drafts better. I like when the words live unsewn, can walk off the bus at a rest stop two hours from their destination, stretch this way and that, bend the calves, and I like when people have no idea what I’m talking about. “Teaching, is it?” He asked, lighting a cigarette. But […]