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Theresa Harris

You’re born on New Year’s Eve. 1906 or 1909. Your official bio makes you older, your tombstone, younger. One written in ink, the other in marble. But what doesn’t matter is, you can sing and you can dance and you … Continue reading

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once

when I put my arm out for support, it’s like a knife under the ribs I can see it turn in you without my help, grazing the heart, little drops of blood spreading inside, reminding you through their drip drop … Continue reading

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you look far away

past all the things you wanted and never got stacked like Christmas when all that’s left is the hoping you were somehow cheated but good enough to deserve it Kate LaDew is a graduate from the University of North Carolina … Continue reading

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miscarry

I’m never going in this room again so I center the image in my mind blink my eyes and take a picture develop it by touch, fingers moving in the dark cover the dead eyes of stuffed animals take down … Continue reading

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according to the door frame next to the refrigerator

the one with the little dents and grooves from your father’s midnight snacks you were four feet three inches tall the coroner told us four-five, the answer to a sudden question I still don’t know why I asked and I … Continue reading

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enormously small

when it first starts I feel enormously small as if everything in me has been diluted blood soft and pink, lost in everything that’s happening, your weight squeezing me into steam, it’s faster than I thought, and I think of … Continue reading

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when his hands were no longer there

it’s when she fumbles with the zipper running down the length of her spine, closing its teeth until she reaches the edge of her shoulder blades slicing down in echoes of wings, arms unable to contort and finish that gap … Continue reading

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