I’ve heard we only remember the bad things that happen to us I’ve heard we only remember the bad things that happen to us but I don’t want to forget my silences times my reality & experience were overruled such forgetting would be one more form of erasure I am...
This is the part of the story about my first time getting wasted that most don’t hear This is the part of the story about my first time getting wasted that most don’t hear the part when I wake up at Stacey’s house with her boyfriend on top of me, holding a bottle of...
A trace of her hair tucked away, his skin beneath her nails. Each square reminded him of hopscotch. Her head like a tetherball. What kind “The loneliest thing in the world is waiting to be found.” —Sarah Linden, The Killing A trace of her hair tucked away, his skin...
Okay, or entitled little shits Okay, or entitled little shits until taught not to throw sand, “bitch,” direct punches. A catchphrase can be cute, explain away aggression, catcalling, rape. Blame, “can’t help themselves.” Try putting other words there, say, “choice,”...
With her new magic, she makes you invisible. With her new magic, she makes you invisible. The women with black eyes do not see you, in your bare sleeves, your tired, unmarked face. The women with black eyes can say doorknob. Can say staircase and fell down. She...
We, women, grew hungry, ate from a pile of unassuming, pleasant rocks. They fell down our throats, slipped into the blankness of our bodies. We, women, grew hungry, ate from a pile of unassuming, pleasant rocks. They fell down our throats, slipped into the blankness...
This is a game for girls: putting a hat on the cat, putting pants on the cat, drawing a turkey by tracing her hand. Little girls like cats. 1 This is a game for girls: putting a hat on the cat, putting pants on the cat, drawing a turkey by tracing her hand. Little...
I don’t remember much of the train, but I remember William who gave me his engraved penknife at the station I don’t remember much of the train, but I remember William who gave me his engraved penknife at the station that spring in Pisa. Jordan at the other end in...
When I finish my first book, I wonder who'll blurb the unsubstantiated blows my father landed upside my head. “An unforgettable voice in fiction.” When I finish my first book, I wonder who'll blurb the unsubstantiated blows my father landed upside my head. “An...
When I finally told you that my first boyfriend raped me, I was worried you would be mad When I finally told you that my first boyfriend raped me, I was worried you would be mad I hadn’t told you sooner. You and Dad believed so innocently that you could keep me safe...
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