Tag Archives: Rori Meyer

How to Eat Crab Legs

It begins with hunger. Your hands plunge into the freezer and pull out the bag you bought at Kroger six months ago. Each orange leg frosted with ice. You arrange them on a baking sheet. After fifteen minutes in the … Continue reading

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Map

I try to memorize the details of your body. I want to make a map of your skin so I know where to get back to. But I never have a pen when I need one. My purse houses a … Continue reading

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Catalogue of Ways We Hurt Each Other

Our last summer I wipe down the upstairs windowpanes. I hear the faucet in the kitchen; the gurgle as the coffee maker clicks on. You pour black liquid into a white cup all sturdy and sure. Your lips cool and … Continue reading

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