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When I ate with my girls, Bliss and Victoria, I would lift my head up and look at us eating until I could imagine him chiding me. “Our daughters are looking more and more like you each day,” he’d say. “Fat!” I didn’t feel like eating when I thought abo
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I would rather be a goddess than a god
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Please don't call me.
(Warning: contains language.)
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"... I knew Willie had gone— out the back door or out the side window. I knew he probably slipped over the fence behind my house into Lou C.’s backyard..."
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You want to tell her about that night. About what the wipers said. About what you almost did. But it doesn’t matter now. It’s too late.
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You want to tell her about that night. About what the wipers said. About what you almost did. But it doesn’t matter now. It’s too late.
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Just a year ago, Dana was fat in a fertility-fetish sort of way, a shiny round Venus flush with lust.
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I saw a girl walking in the hallway she was walking by herself, she had a body like a battle ax. I wasn't sure if she was there, I wasn't sure if I was there.
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Like a hotel detective searching for semen stains on the opposite side of the mattress, she turned the rag over several times, holding it out several inches from and above her face.
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If someone were to ask—nobody would—she'd say she came because for a moment today she hadn't been able to remember the color of her mother's eyes.
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After the daughter leaves, the mother develops a problem with food. There is always too much, or not enough. There is never the right amount of food in the house after the daughter leaves.
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An aging civilization has been under a spell for five thousand years.
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Night Flowers By Zofia Barisas The garden lies in deep darkness even in the noon of blazing day. A steamy pond lies still in wait for uncertain footsteps. Here aquatic green spiders, big as frogs, spin iridescent webs from leaf to leaf. Gigantic, ancient trees stand…
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When it starts looking bad enough, I bundle up and head out the door.
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On some evenings, when I would sneak out of my room, I'd sit on the verandah and count the streetlights. I'd count the stars in the sky and trace the moon with the tip of my finger and consider how anyone could make it through the night when there were so
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