Polished
ONE: There are only so many bottles of pink nail polish, too many minuscule toenails to be painted a delicate shade of Peptol-Bismol rose….
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Translucence
The print man is my friend. We have whispered conversations about paper stock over the phone. He speaks with a lisp. I’ve never seen…
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Like Mother, Like Mother
There is a kitchen somewhere with carrot orange counters thanks to an untimely insurance claim. This sparse thing is a place to write Christmas…
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Videotapes
The next morning I can’t get the door to the dorm to lock properly, and I have a feeling in myself that wasn’t…
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This Movie Theater Sits on a Ley Line and We All Fucking Know It
I butter the popcorn. I clean the butter machine. I bend down to pick up the credit card that an old man just threw…
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Sexy Tales of Paleontology
“Gosh, uh, hi – hello.” The microphone thumped and squealed, which was far more adept at gathering the room’s scattered concentration than the tiny…
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Tangerine
Anthi was dreaming the color orange. It painted the backs of her eyelids like a sunset, corner to corner. The tangerine on her bedside…
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DANCERS
It was winter when I went to the strip club, a few months after graduation. After ten minutes – are you here for a…
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More Light than Heat
“Don’t you think she’s adorable?” Conversation floods around you in full, un-subtitled glory. Your father, normally stiff-limbed and red-faced, holds court over a pot…
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