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Room 203
Continue reading: Room 203Here’s where we are right now: at two empty rolls of cigarettes, one roll stashed with a three-to-one of ganja to tobacco, a separate portion of unadulterated ganja that will fill all of the third joint (exclusively for her), and some spared seeds gathered inside the sheets of the hotel’s menu card. She is checking…
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Chef! Chef! Chef!
Continue reading: Chef! Chef! Chef!She read her reviews and her recipes out from under her wig of childlike hair, red and terribly cut. All of her, bony elbows and satin skin, beneath those thin red wisps that framed not her face, but the teenage figure of a boy. Somehow, she almost made skin that looked to bruise easy seem…
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Layers
Continue reading: LayersMy parents began snapping pictures, and then a few neighbors joined in with their own cameras. I stood by the car, smiling, posing, “Look this way!” one would say. “Now over here, Brian!” Cement and suburbia were my red carpet.
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Making It Big
Continue reading: Making It BigWhen celebrities overdose, I blame my dad… I was restarting college after moving back to Florida. A couple of years before I had escaped north to Atlanta, but the wet heat sucked me back down. That’s what my boyfriend and I kept saying about Florida, our excuse to move back. It’s like a black hole…
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Too Blue to Become Brown
Continue reading: Too Blue to Become BrownMy son is coming. The cord is tight around his neck, but I labor for hours, my body a channel my son drowns in. The cord becomes a noose and a nurse places an oxygen mask over my nose and mouth. My doctor comes in and out, time blends into the mauve walls and rose…