Author Archives: perfectsublimemasters

What if I fed you good food

earlier and your will to live wasn’t a sundried tomato spinach pasta & carrots. The only meal I ever cooked for you. I ate that alone with the words stage four and the yellow snow on your tainted sheets. I … Continue reading

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Dead Leather

There is a photograph, her mother has it somewhere, of her and her papa when she is young – seven, maybe, all knees and cheeks – in an armchair in the backyard, a mass of old leather on soil and … Continue reading

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Fusch, Austria

I hold a lighter to the dandelion. God, You designed it so well: a globe in flames, then gone. All the children there, then none.   God, give me something besides wine and hanging clothes to dry. Give me the … Continue reading

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Sister Monologue

Have you ever – like – I know what fear smells like I get it on my hands   Help, little sister Help me: it’s probably still in the stupid package and I’m too naked to get it open This … Continue reading

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Memoir of an 80s Child

Grass grew downstairs. We climbed in at one point and made it our own. We came well-equipped, with desk and bowl and books. We called it the name of the parasite that is too beautiful; it should have been a … Continue reading

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Yup

I waited on them to come home, but I had not received enough permission to pass the walkway I could go as far as this You know me, so you know how it must feel to be that obeying, to … Continue reading

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Martinsburg, West Virginia

We were in the state side of the jail. My cellmate would sit and make faces at the federal prisoners from the window. Every meal we got a roll and he would save half his roll and feed it to … Continue reading

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