Left With You

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Maybe everyone had their own kind of moon in them. Full ones and halves. Slivers and curves.More

Marriage

Marriage

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It’s a quiet moment in Mexico. There are always a few such moments of total silence dispersed throughout the afternoon. Other times it’s the sound of the water pump grinding into action, or snatches of banda music, children’s voices. One thing after another. But it’s quiet right now—uncomfortably so.More

To Term

To Term

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Mary, in apartment 331, has woken up larger, wonders if her new keto diet is backfiring. Adam, in 340, asks if it is normal for his twelve-year-old to experience bloating and cramps with no blood. Louise, in 119, says she must’ve blacked out hard on sleeping pills, because she peed on a stick this morning and the double lines appeared.More

Another Way To Be

Another Way To Be

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Arno thought this cannot go on forever, it’s our fourth date and she seems happy, though the sun is hot on the back of my neck. So he strengthened his willpower, kept things steady, despite the traffic distractions and her weight. They looked into each other’s eyes and Mandy asked, “Am I too heavy?”More

Natural Selection

Natural Selection

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I don’t usually hitch a ride with strangers, especially ones I’m about to allow inside me. But the right combination of sleeplessness and alcohol can persuade me to make some compromises, and tonight, I’m feeling particularly weak-willed.More

Mackenzie

Mackenzie

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“You like sheep?” A smile cracked through the dried blood on Sam’s face. Mac grinned. “My truck’s only certified for liquid effluvia, mate.”More

When Life Gives You Lemons

When Life Gives You Lemons

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Keep your fucking lemons and go make your own fucking lemonade if you like it so much. I’d rather have a beer.More

Sorry, Ruth, Ma Johns, Miss Ferguson

Sorry, Ruth, Ma Johns, Miss Ferguson

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Miss Ferguson doesn’t mind me smoking, its aroma reminding her of her dead father, and tells me my surly expression, which I nurture, spoils my looks as I sense her warming to me. Being too young to attract girlfriends is my saving grace in her eyes.More

Torn

Torn

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Feet apart, hands out like the Scale of Justice, you weigh who you were with who you are.More

Superbloom en plein air

Superbloom en plein air

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People will tell you that they always saw what you were, but they’ll never offer up why they kept the information to themselves. Who are we to give a thing a name?More

Couple Skate

Couple Skate

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And as I sat down on one of those curved orange seats you can’t find any place but a place like this I thought about how much can happen in the span of a Mariah Carey song.More