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The Purse

I unpack the bag and pluck out my fears— used tissues pinched by fingertips— the truth of me smeared and hidden lest anyone see I’m leaking. Cringe and flinch at the caricature my husband’s ex must make of me, the time she caught me coveting her well-lit composition and poise. My finger tap, a signalshe […]

Composure

I was as round as a meal, as pregnant as a pause, a hen in the chicken coop tending to my eggs. Our friends outside circled around the picnic and my blood drained out in clumps. The fibrous exodus of a hoped-for future inscribed farewells on the surface of the water. I sealed my heart […]

White Creek

I The circle looped in on itself no start and end but the numbers on the houses, crabgrass plots back to back like brothers in a hotel bed. We ran barefoot on the new tar road run wince hobble walk with gravel between our toes. We roamed free, no collars no fences like the transient […]

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