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The master bedroom is on the first floor. It has five walls: four of plaster and one of fire that engulfs our mother. We have been told this violates National Fire Protection Association codes and standards.
He wasnโt afraid to crack a grin, in the most colorful sweater, a bejeweled crown atop his head, raising a glass of his favorite cocktail to let the world know he is still kicking it, even in deathโs hallows.
I breathed in the piss scent of the alleyway through the black knit. Then my face emerged from beyond the shirt, and I stood facing the dead end of the alley holding my breasts with one forearm.
She rode her pony here and he stinks like old socksโthereโs no bond better than between a woman and her pony. I note she wears striped leotards right up to her loincloth.
She woke up in a classroom. Chalkboard at her head, corkboard at her feet. As she adjusted to the dusk lightโwas it 5 a.m. or 5 p.m.?โshe discovered she wasnโt in the setting of a recurring dream sheโd been having. The โI fell asleep at the desk and missed the most important test of a lifetimeโ dream. No, she was in a hotel room. The Eaton. The card pinned to the corkboard wall held her personalized key to the rooftop gym.ย As she pressed her body against the hotel room window, the humidity moved through the glass and brushed up…
Passion turned thirteen in the middle of July, and when the first light of this day, this special day, woke her and sweetened the darkness like milk stirred into coffee, Passion divided like a cell, turned into two Passions, a watching Passion, a watched Passion. Passion sensed Passion, keenly and with great interest. Herself. Her self.ย Passion thought, Here curls Passion on her side, under a worn sheet, her gaze turned to the paling window. The curve of her hip is slight. The arm hugging the pillow is slim. And there rises the sun. Pay attention, Passion, Passion ordered. Smell…
She lay huddled and naked in bed, her skin a grayish black. Her brittle hair broke off at the slightest touch. I rested my head on her rigid body, hearing nothing. I inhaledโa dull, mossy smell. I called Dad. He came over right away. He tapped Mom a few times, then knocked on her like he was knocking on a door. He placed his ear against her open lips. โGet me a flashlight.โ I brought him one. He shined light into her mouth. โWhat do you see?โ He grabbed a cigarette from the pack in his back pocket. He…
Male emperor penguins protect their eggs from the harsh Antarctic elements by balancing them on their feet. When I tell you this, you lift me up and balance me on your feet. I am four and weigh nothing. You are a mountain of a man. With my tiny feet stacked atop your larger feet, you hold my hands and start taking wide, steady steps. We pass the balcony, and I feel the warmth of sunlight as it filters through the glass door to fall onto our bodies. Our shadows dance on the floor tiles like puppets. Then, I am flying….
Sixth: Her Reborn Baby Doll Her promised sister, it wasnโt, but her mother had selected the model featuring the optional beating heart and carried the gift-wrapped baby home bundled in a blanket as if sleet had begun to slant from a terrible sky. โWhat will you name her?โ her mother said. โBernadine,โ the girl whispered, knowing not to say Darla, as she felt the dollโs heart pulse against her body. As soon as she kissed its face, she packed away her other dolls like winter clothes. But one morning, only four months later, when she pressed her ear on Bernadineโs…
Annaโs mother convinces her to go for a walk. The weatherโs getting warmer. Anna feels like sheโs been living inside a tunnel, or an artery.ย ย Sheโs thirteen. Last week she dyed her hair purple from a box at the drugstore and itโs ugly. She pulls her hair into a ponytail, feeling the roughness as it passes through her fingers from the cheap dye. Her mother tried to warn her, and that made her want it more.ย Her mother reminds her for the seventh time that itโs a bit chilly out, so at the last second, Anna grabs her dadโs black…