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  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    lobby The night is too late and the city is too small for anything to happen tonight, she knows. She just keeps waiting—waiting for everything and nothing, for a night that she doesn’t spend drinking herself dizzy and slithering through the cracks of this godforsaken place in front of the bar...
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    I do not know how to write a love poem. I am seventeen years old and have never been in love. But I read about it and want to know it and pour it in the cracks of my body, the fleshy angle where my elbow makes the L-shape, the beginning of the L-word that I want to learn the sound of. There ...
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    There’s a sun-bleached American flag drooping dead from the flagpole on the sidewalk— a concrete sidewalk hot with frantic footfalls, not even a sad patch of grass— And she stares up at it and thinks she might as well be wrapped naked inside of it, bleached-out stars and burned-out strip...
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    THE FORTY-SEVENTH DAY Two things happen on the forty-seventh day: 1) the man wears an indigo blazer with faint periwinkle pinstripes and 2) during her lunch break, June comes to the plausible theory that, judging by how often he comes in here, the lining of his jacket could be torn-out pages from...
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    Can I creep beneath your collar and find the cashmere-sweater-string (maybe it’s at the nape of your neck or tucked under the dip of your shoulderblade) that I can tug to make you unravel?...
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    Just beyond the E-Z Duz It RV Park and the statue commemorating the man that may or may not have been but definitely was not Billy the Kid The gravel has angry marks from cowboy boots. Those or little footprints, because the kids have no need for shoes when they chase the seventeen dogs a...
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    What ticks discordantly through my head while I sit on a clammy leather seat in the ocean of tall, finespun fake-red hair and ugly shoes that makes up Rosh Hashanah services Clergy is a disgusting word (and they use it so frequently- like it’s a unifier, like it’s some plea for agreement). ...
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    she felt she should have wanted scarlet-glinting stoplights stained red on rainy pavements, spilled light of streetlamps dissolved golden into air that smells of tire screeches, city filth in her veins, stale wind on her skin (for that’s what the stories of wanderers told her to want). but sh...
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    I. God, I wish I could draw: the one single photo of you is too dark, from the street lamp above that flickered out into ignited dust. I would shade in that artificial starlight that used to live beneath your ribcage with a little yellow-colored pencil (yellow because all I have is a 12-pack,...

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