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Our Intemperate Flesh

February 2, 2023
In bed, Markus and I play doctor. Not in the kinky way, in the way that he lays crumbled in the blankets, and I ask him what’s wrong in a hundred different ways. We go in circles but it starts the same—I sit on an upturned basket and bite my pinky. He clutches his head,...

The Breakup

January 12, 2023
I used to carry them in my pockets when we went on vacations, sitting them in the corner of the dashboard so that they could look out of the window.   My ex-boyfriend had bought them for me, two little puppets: a rabbit with gentle blue eyes and made of soft white cloth, a yellow bow...

Instants

January 12, 2023
That’s me clinging to the Sunbird flying up 95 to see you after too many days and pangs and mother-hungry nights. BeBe, Dad, and Junior—all of us in the Pontiac on our way to Fort Dix for your graduation from Basic Training. Like there was anything basic about my mother learning to salute and shoot....