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I am writing. I am writing, because I cannot speak. I am writing, because I am crying. I am writing.…

REAL TIME

Amphetamine and Internet connectivity issues do not mix. It is a Friday in most of our worlds. It might be…

Weighing In

I stopped eating the night you told me I was too fat to fuck. Four months later, my bones stood…

Bar Game

Because the last time I gave a chance to an amiable man who didn’t interest me ………….it took the better…

The Bulimia Years

Sound of ring clinking sink. Of faucet running till warm water. Sound of toilette lid opening. Of human heaving. Splash-of-water…

We Turn Back into Pumpkins

The rent of seem is a romantic construct, freedoms afforded by a tedious collection of hours. Every finger is a…

Periphery

On Edward Hopper’s New York Movie, 1939 She’s been told she belongs in pictures twice already tonight. It averages three,…