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She sits in Yiayia‘s treasure chest, listening to footsteps on floorboards. She has holes in her face— pin-pricks of children’s dreams; hollow freckles filled with the last one hundred years. But the deepest hole, goes from her nostril, through the … Continue reading →

Butter knife on edge of microwave Chewed plastic cup in dishwasher Drenched towel hanging over armchair Butter knife in Motown CD stack Greek coffee residue on foot stool Dog shit next to toilet Butter knife balanced on mesh lampshade Sandy … Continue reading →