Christina
I named her Christina. She began as they all did—a greasy secretion that shimmered and then solidified into a milky…
Jigsaw
My sister Jane and I make the ideal jigsaw puzzle partnership. She’s more organized than me, the one who categorizes…
Wife 2.0
“Do you want a bite, Linda?” you call out cheerfully from the living room. You’re settled into your recliner, hunched…
housekeeping
Call your mother at 3 am, and when she asks why you are awake so late, tell her you recently…
What To Do If Someone Tries To Tell You Bad News
Perhaps you will find yourself in this situation, returning late at night to a university campus, deserted for the summer.…
Mother, False
The girl grows overnight after her mother dies–two extra hands emerge from her back, like the Hindu goddess Durga. Her…
The Clay of It
When he walked into her studio, Elodie was sculpting her seventh ceramic penis of the week. This one had antlers.…
Cotton Mouth
I A cottonmouth swallows me when I am seven. It waits for me just outside my front door, stretched out…
Baby Goat on the Roof
“You’re dead to me,” Cas says when I dart back inside the house and catch her dancing through the living…
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