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Third person, first, first person, last, it’s time he and I met for real.
The house, the chair, the vintage attire, the cloud-pastried sky with no limits, time and again she projected herself into someone else’s life, their memories and reality, and saw herself reflected as if a happy mannequin behind lucent glass.
Receiving disability was another gold ticket ambition of many of the men in my neighborhood. Years ago, my father had lucked into this fortune by hurting his back while working and had been able to parlay that into a ceaseless … Continue reading
Anya I long to reach you only because I know that you are unreachable. It keeps my longing in a chrysalis state, a cocoon state. Nothing ever grows, it simply hums and palpitates and aspires toward growth. It is the … Continue reading
Reality and me have disagreements all the time. Reality is, by nature, inviolable. And a bit of an existential bully. I am, by illicit union, a child of fiction. And tender in the center. Reality and me don’t always see … Continue reading