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freedom fighters

freedom fighters

In our neighborhood, the dumpsters peel orange but not like citrus.  White liquid seeps from their underbelly.  Nothing drinks the dumpster milk.  Tomcats fight in the periphery while a family celebrates in gunshots.  No one thinks of what happens when the bullets...

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Not Interested

Not Interested

I’m not interested, she said, in restless craving, space-time music, outside combining elements. Images only, she said, with a shake of white hair. Minutes later—on time, she said—life, non-human, began to unravel. The Russian beside her—brave, grassy, invasive—was...

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When You Come Home From Nashville

When You Come Home From Nashville

I get lost three times en route to the Oakland Airport, ten minutes from home. I have waited for you through a year of your travels. The infrequent social media posts; the even rarer calls. I arrive late. My daughter, you are so small in your sundress and Doc Martens....

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Dorothy Paints Poppies from Memory

Dorothy Paints Poppies from Memory

Because she is still shaking the doorknobs of this broken farmhouse the cyclone heaved from its foundation and dropped like an anvil on someone’s feet in ruby slippers. Because she still dreams she strolls through a field of poppies, poppies, poppies and breathes the...

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How to Take Care (of the Environment)

How to Take Care (of the Environment)

1. Reduce The first night you eat Peking duck. It is not your first time to consider ducks as food or something less than the geese who always know where to go during winter: your mother used to cook it for your birthday. To this day, you don’t know her ethnicity, and...

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A Language Is a Story

Father says he built the house back in Poland and hauled it with him across the Atlantic. The story goes: once, there was a field, and in the field, there was a cabin, and inside the cabin was a man, and inside the man’s stomach was a house. He gave birth to it during...

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Windows

Windows

We wait until the soft explosions above deaden to absolute silence—not the kind of silence that listens but the kind that sleeps, and teenage girls know the difference. We wait until our murmurs turn to whispers and even the whispers seem loud—muffled collisions,...

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The Day Never Happened

The Day Never Happened

I did not combine melted butter and eggs in the medium mixing bowl or beat the mixture with the hand blender. Did not add organic flour and sugar, breaking the lumps with my fingers before whisking the contents together. Did not transfer the batter into a greased...

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Action Movie

Action Movie

When they ask the hero how big the bomb is, he says “Big enough to blow a hole in the world,” and we know we’re done for. It was a normal day. We were going to work. We were going to visit the grandkids. We wear toolbelts and have a wife. We are the working-class...

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Orca Girl

Orca Girl

wears a killer whale’s tooth like a toe tag and populates every available margin with sketches of the sea Oreos. Clara and I don’t sit near her because her acrylics alone look “responsible for an obituary” (Clara’s assessment) and we don’t want to “become a hashtag”...

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