Kill the Sister
It was a game my older brother made up and we only played it once when we couldn’t find Monopoly. “That game sucks butt anyway,” Jamie said, “I have a better idea.” We were in the kitchen. He pulled a knife from its home in the drying rack. It made a shling sound. “Give me [...]
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2 Poems
The Best Part of Anything I am riding my bike when I see them. The breeze slides my dress strap off my shoulder and I am thinking of Richard and the babysitter and what I will make for dinner. There are two of them. Lesbians, that is. They are enormous. They go into the diner [...]
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We Belong To Non-English
She pours the salt on the tomato slice. I am salt and tomato. I am spilling seeds. I am knife. I want to be everything that enters her mouth. “I’m pretty straight.” Slice. If the tomato were a finger, it would be bleeding my signature. Instead, it is black. I cannot eat it. I am [...]
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