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cellar aged
I think about archiving my young tits as I age. Not out of a lurking desire to keep them, but to understand how they’ll ferment. Why maintain two decade breasts when I can live out how they’ll swallow into themselves or layer my abdomen. What a gorgeous moment it will be to uncork the index…
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nippy
erect nipples and baggy pants that make my inner thighs trip over the penis i dont have. Dark wash jeans, and my mama’s mama’s sliced sheet cake. Rotten tequila hand sanitizer, the gangly french woman on my commute who only wears sterling silver, and patches of eczema propagating across my hand. the square cut of…
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heavy lifting
Stirring infant legs haven’t straddled my side. Instead, sand bags, three tote bags simultaneously, stacks of books, overbought groceries, and the canvas slung tools dodged into my waist line for gravitational support. When I started lifting heavy things, I understood why women have hips.
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wetting
my partner splayed my lips with ten forceps. Each layer was delicately peeled back, met with his dry lips until my well spilled over to moisturize them. uncovered, our mattress breathed cool air. The crocheted blanket snuggled a path above his head. My eyes spun out to a doctors office, but I never left the…
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affirmations
I have taken part in creating so much of the hardship in my life; I forgive myself. And evolve into a more gracious, loving, and generative version of myself. I trust my instincts. Forgiveness floods abundantly. I am healthy and successful. Accomplishment is internal, and i feed it everyday. I am in no rut or…
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Emergence
When seven firetrucks, three ambulances, and a firehouse swathed through the fifth floor, I wished to move to Michigan. Live with my mother, even. Immediately, I sent myself there: working in a restaurant, paying debts, and eliminating insecurity independence has piled on. I choose what’s difficult more often than not. My bags are packed weeks…
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obliger
I like routines and long sentences. squash fritters and crystal clear dishwasher-cleansed glasses. Foggy mornings, too. I like cancelling plans before i make them. Brainstorming everything yet finishing nothing. Matcha— unsweetened. Oat milk’s smaller environmental footprint, phew. email coupons and never sorting my work email into proper folders. waking up early. not for me. just for you.
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should i just say i’m 35 already?
My coworkers must overestimate my age when they ask about my life because my New Year looked like falling asleep a full hour early — only minutes after cancelling any half-hearted commitment to leaving the house. I binged Too Hot To Handle while my roommates tried to act uninterested amidst their dozens of clarifying questions…
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writing my own rejection letter
i’m a compulsive job applicant. I haven’t been unemployed since the age of twelve and never have i ever halted the habit. A former teacher used to draw her archived rejection letters into beautifully rendered reproductions, but i’m more equipped to rewrite the goddamn things. Hi Bailey, Thank you for applying to our vacancy of…
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Lydia Davis’ One
The last bookstore I swung into followed the evacuation of a hundred some individuals from an elevated train. Two friends of mine, one bronze curled and the other clad with her favorite olive color, shuffled between stacks of books while poorly hiding a single coffee and three sour attitudes for the list of exclaimed rules…
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