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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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What if I had taken my half eaten Granny Smith along with me?
It could have warned me to pay with my debit rather than credit card long before I wrestled with three separate machines and their burly attendant. My appointment wouldn’t have suffered the radio silence in my tardiness, and my delay wouldn’t have screamed so loudly as I ran into the office puffing my breath. It’s…
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piece of a series written months ago
What if I only ate egg salad? I would fart. All that would travel through me is the pungent vinegar ridden odor form start to finish. There would be post-consumption reviews of the ratios. A more tangy digestional release would indicate the mustard was heavy handed; or the oversalting would present a bright punctuation to…
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Warehouse without pie oven, no microwave.
“Do you consider yourself a consistent person?” “Well that’s quite a question. In what way?” “In whatever way.” “Well, i think i’ve seen a lot of my friends get divorced. It’s important to be your own person before you get married.” “And these friends of yours weren’t is what you’re suggesting?” “Yes.” What at strange…
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Nice to meet you.
Meeting people is funny. Last week I caught myself breaking the ice of a new friendship unpredictably. I told them about the time I sent a photo of my vagina to my mother. New person and I laughed our ribs to bruising and begged each other for our breath. I forgot the things that happen…
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