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Night Owl
Continue reading: Night OwlIt’s soothing being in motion, headed somewhere. I like watching the people we pass who also can’t sleep. I like the noises, the screech as the bus lurches to a stop, the door letting out like a gasp.
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What I Still Owe You
Continue reading: What I Still Owe YouOur running joke: anniversary cards that said, Congrats on being halfway through our marriage! Does it mean something good or bad that neither of us pointed out by how many years, with that last card, we’d overshot?
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Lightning: An Essay in Flashes
Continue reading: Lightning: An Essay in FlashesElectrical currents are the blueprints for my thoughts, memories. I wonder if my mind—my body’s sky—lights up with its own lightning and if it vibrates with the thunder of recollection. Or do some memories stay silent too long?
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The Little Little Death
Continue reading: The Little Little DeathThe Booby Trap was a club with two knocker-shaped domes that you could see from the highway. It wasn’t actually called the Booby Trap anymore. It was open Tuesdays.
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Adlai
Continue reading: AdlaiI was twenty-one and had only ever been on one first date before (my boyfriend), so I can’t explain how wonderful it was to have a woman order me a bottle of wine.