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It’s raining ants. Otherwise, the glass is clear as drinking water, save for the thousand tiny legs, flinching phantom limbs, waving at me. You know how it is.   Well, it isn’t like that. [...]

Cement-dry August. All day, I’ve studied my memories. The past will not apologize. It’s a jeweler cutting stones, but not diamonds. Underneath that misspelled tattoo, your smooth, bronze skin, a [...]

My one-armed, little brother is 6’ 2” his face quirked, like a question mark. He’s back from the army, filled with a silent language he doesn’t understand. Says he dreams of a job, maybe [...]