Tag Archives: Leigh Anne Hornfeldt

A Stray Cat Bites Me (I Am Convinced I Am Going to Die of Rabies)

What convinced me to drag the cat from under the wrought iron patio chair? I saw his fear, the fangs bared. The kind of fear that comes in a fog and you see yourself outside of yourself, a dream. And … Continue reading

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Day 3 in the Hotel of Another State

I admit I’m enjoying loneliness.       You can’t understand that, like you can’t understand why I point out the number 22. It’s not about luck.       When we parked next to a car from Kentucky I couldn’t believe it. I know it’s … Continue reading

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Fleshed

The girl with a balloon tucked snug under her fleece wants to birth clouds. She devours her reflection in the hockey rink Plexiglas. We both ignore the game. She caresses the small swell, smiles as if this particular joy is … Continue reading

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Letter to 7-Year-Old Son as I Watch Him Learn to Swim at the YMCA

Where does all this trust come from? You couldn’t fall fast enough. Trust me. There is a depth you do not know. The lifeguard tells you 3 feet is as deep as you can go without me. I know better. … Continue reading

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This Is Not a Drill

According to a dot on a map WE ARE HERE. Purple-faced and panting, no doorknobs to twist or keyholes to slip through. Nothing works, especially not our mouths. Everything is black ice & sugar sapphires. A crow watches the frenzy, … Continue reading

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