Little Birds

“Something’s wrong,” he whispered, laying the bird down on the table. It slid out of his palms, its head bending backwards so the nape of its neck nearly touched the mantle beneath. The wings were fashioned like a cocoon, tucking the body away, the white feathers neither ruffled nor out of place as Wynn let it roll onto the counter. Audrey leaned forward over her homework and touched the bird anxiously, her index finger just barely pressing against its mangled right leg.  “Where did you find him?” Audrey asked, looking up at Wynn. He rubbed his nose with his sleeve […]

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So This is How We Leave Things?

And here I am. I’ve created something entirely fictional in my head, writhed the words and tales until the person who’s sitting in front of me has become the distorted image of something left behind. He doesn’t speak, just gestures towards me, his hand signals mixed and distorted in their delivery. I nod though I do not understand. The tips of his fingers begin flaking, breaking into pixelated pieces, dissolving into the stale air that separates our hands from reaching one another. The heater hums above us. Somewhere near the front of the cafe, I hear the unmistakable sound of […]

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Inside a Body

This flesh, they tell me that it’s mine. They point to me and spell out those words, their mouths forming long O’s and wide A’s. This flesh, if I tug at it, if I carve into it, if I dispose of it, will never escape me. It will grow with me, grow on me and spore. If I choose not to love it, they will not take it away. … I am addicted to this body and it is addicted to me. … “Bulimia doesn’t work,” she says, shrugs, then reaches over to dip a fry in the cup of […]

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Vagabond

First (she raises her left eyebrow a fraction upwards, the arch causing wrinkles to appear across her forehead) – suspend belief for a moment – this is what the woman across from her says, her hair draping down like a curtain to cover her face as she jots something down on the pad sitting in her lap. Think of something warm. Breathe in. Deeper. No, deeper than that. O frowns, then sits back farther into the couch cushions. Right now she’s pretending that everything she’s about to hear isn’t complete bullshit. She’s trying. She promises she’s trying. Count backwards from […]

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