Tag Archives: Quinn White

Blinders

I go to the vet to buy special food because my cat has a small bladder. The desk is in the room’s middle, for-sale kittens stacked on the left, an aquarium glows to the right. I stare straight ahead, forget … Continue reading

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Laws

If the door is shut, open it. If the door is open, open it. If you sleep, wake up. If you’re awake, wake up. If you are silent, speak. If you speak, sing. If you pace, sit. If you sit, … Continue reading

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Under

drowsy the electric blanket thickens like the epidural remember your spine’s part in this was it spine, the pain like gas, like bad gas the room was dim a monitor like gas but coming unlike bad gas until the needle … Continue reading

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Cards at the School of Fine Arts

I played UNO with Allison. Between Biology and Chinese class, we played leaning against lockers while the school’s shoes passed, we slapped reds on blues on Skips. UNO with Allison was giddy, so frenzied I couldn’t wait a weekend to … Continue reading

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Music Box Heart

You have a music box heart. Small as a fist, it uncurls when you say good morning, flipping a pancake in cinnamon toast for the sunrise, folding our napkins into white triangles, a clockwork man unsprung from time, dust from … Continue reading

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Grounded

Pete keeps eyes in his pockets. One summer, he and his wife visit the JFK museum. Pete sticks googly eyes on a bronzed Kennedy. Upon seeing the President, Pete’s wife snaps, ‘Grounded.’ She drops his eyes in her crocodile purse. … Continue reading

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Prosciutto, Pears, and Roy Orbison

I called Roy Orbison and he came. What do you do with an Orbison at your doorstep? He leaves his guitar in the foyer beside rain boots. He knows this winter I listened to ‘Blue Bayou’ every drive home. I … Continue reading

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