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Moving Over Christmas Break

We moved into the place next door It’s a mirror reflection of the old place The windows, the closets, the mail drop, The heat vents They’re all backwards now The sun shines through the...

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The Arch Nemesis in Three Parts

Part one: 11 years old There is a girl. She is not real. She does not grow. She is always mourning her mother face down, sobbing into her bedspread while I sit on the...

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Dress

  It had been wrinkled and awkward for more than eight years in the bottom of a chest. Once in a while she would peek down underneath the others just to see if she...

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After the Surgery

My yellow teacup children in an afternoon window, Their names were a favorite pastime. My Olives and Stars were put away but not as carefully or as quietly as I would have liked. Try...