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short fictionStella’s Radio
The day I broke up with Bertie I spent the morning in my closet conducting experiments in ritualized catharsis.
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short fictionLove Thy Neighbor
My face is covered in freckles for the first time since I was a little girl.
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short fictionBurying the Hatchling
I’ve outgrown my patent Mary-Janes, but Mother does not know that cadaver toes cannot grow buckled inside shiny polished coffins.