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Things We Fed to the Sinkhole

It was April or May when the earth opened up to swallow part of Canal Street, and we decided to celebrate. Lou Ellen Beaumont was walking her dog very early in the morning when it happened. She heard a crumbling sound, like someone taking an enormous bite of very stale sourdough, and when she looked to her right she saw that the pavement had collapsed….

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If At First You Don’t Succeed, Make a Bonfire & Meet a Fireman

If You Ask Me begins with the seemingly picturesque life of Violet, aka Sweetie, of the Dear Sweetie advice column in North Carolina. Dear Sweetie is up for syndication and Violet is excited to share the news with her husband of over a decade, Sam. That is, until she comes home to Sam in bed with Shelby, the neighborhood runner with a perfect ponytail who…

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Role-play

God of the cuffs, key clenched in the apse your mouth makes. God of dead aphids greening the rose whose thorns furrow me. Call me seed. As in: all I’m good for. Yes, I promise to give you what I’m good for. Yes, I promise to beg  for God in every way imaginable. God, unlock me. God, happily ignoring the body tied  to yours. God,…

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on the back of the receipt

do you think i could stay here just a few nights– i won’t make any noise– i will bury myself under these woodchips– i will rake the leaves in the morning– i won’t ever use your keys AND i won’t buzz in (you can leave your tv on the cctv channel)– i won’t steal your buttons OR little pieces of glass– you won’t have to…

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“we’ve eaten the ozone again” and “the sound of burning paper mâché”

we’ve eaten the ozone again now, the only ethical source of consumption in america is the dream. i awake with oil clotting menstruation-like between my toes, sealing me to the bed already wet with bloody goose feathers. jarred bits of permafrost sit thawing on my windowsill. the arctic bacteria floats to the top like upside-down maggot bodies. i tip-toe about the room. here, in america,…

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