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earth-born spirits
It is a long weekend and Delilah and her son, Django, are invited to go camping with some other families they loosely know. Delilah wonders at this, only insofar as she recognizes the signs of being...
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growing up dalston house
Once, in a Proust Questionnaire, I was asked for my greatest accomplishment. “My brother,” I responded quickly, without thinking it through. I could tell by the looks on people’s faces that I’d gotten...
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two pairs
So right then, you decide not to call anymore. Why waste your time? She’s no one, dude. You’ve only been hanging out with her for old times’ sake. (What was that bullshit when she asked why everyone...
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the photographer’s proverb
“Are you going to be writing about this?” he asks. “Do you want a notepad?” He’s teasing, of course, but no, I don’t need a notepad. “That’s not how it works,” I tell him. He raises an eyebrow, mock...
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holding back
Very early on, I noticed how one side of Bruno’s mouth would draw up in a sneer when he wasn’t paying attention. For all of his carefully manicured self-possession, this was, at first, the only tell...
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Last night I notice that my 14-year-old son has posted a new profile picture on Facebook, where he claims to be a 20-year-old simply to gain access to what he terms an outmoded world. The photo is from...
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hidden
He got mad at her last night and called her a liar and she felt it a little unfair, given the black lights with which she filled his bedroom for his homecoming. Given the masquerade mask and lingerie...
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Le Désespéré
so i’m at an art exhibit with yet another man and we agree to walk along separate walls, because i don’t want his thoughts interrupting mine, and he’s standing across the room from me when i turn and...
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on exoskeletons
Because I find a blue embroidery tulle wedding dress at the thrift store and can’t tell whether it is hideous or magnificent, and because it fits me so lovingly, and because, more than any of it, I...
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the throwbar
Oh how she grows and changes at every turn, how her limbs and spine lengthen or shrink depending on her conditions, and how we love, or try to love, her inability to rest, that great instigator of...
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