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It’s the stage of grief where [I become a ghost]
by Emily Skaja I become a ghost. I speak now to the futuregeneration of depressives—that’s you. See me levitate your latte. Write DUMP HIM on the shower glass.I’m appeased by small tributes. Nothing too flashy. The late October smell of burning off the dustin the heat vent. That soft, numb feeling of dragging your hand…
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I have all our iterations collected in a jar (for posterity)
by Kate Porch The first time my best friend injects themselves with HRT,we all conference call on Skype for moral support. Theyexplain the steps to us as if we’re each doing it together–salt, shot, lime, on three–displaying the fine point of the needle,the notches on the syringe, the sharps bin, lifeguard-shorts red, andwe leap into…
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The Intersection of Gynecology and Girlhood
by Hailie Cochran …the womb [is] a female viscus closely resembling an animal, for it is moved of itself hither and thither…in a word, it is altogether erratic…it is like an animal within an animal.—Aretaeus of Cappadocia, On the Causes and Symptoms of Acute Diseases—Book II, Ch. XI: On Hysterical Suffocation When Kaylie got her…
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Past & Future Exhibits at the Mutter Museum
by Kara Dorris Turn the corner. Glass walls, floor to ceiling. Inside glass displays,glass jars. Inside glass jars a clear formaldehyde (we’ve discovered water is decomposition & storesnothing, too near to the body aging). Floating in a center that doesn’t hold almost, lives suspend. I would have never been preservedas a fetus in a jar, but my fused bones with be saved to show what…
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Those Old Chromosomes Were Known to Ramble
by Ian Hall My mother’s father was a fountof cockeyed wisdom. Wooed by the far flung & farther fetched, he leftmy mother & her own sainted mother in an ungentlemanly lurch. Said he was fishingfor dignified work. Something that wouldn’t just make ends meet, but knockthe socks clean off his naysayers. Instead he spent the…
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Hornet’s Nest
by Suphil Lee Park As Uncle Seung’s hand reached for my waist, I wondered for a moment whether he was going to give me a ride on his shoulder. I awkwardly froze, halfway holding my arms out, as his hand left something in the kangaroo’s pouch of my favorite overalls. I had turned seven just…
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Lessons in Smoking
by Annabel Li Born and raised in Shanghai, Annabel Li loves writing and surfing.
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The Proper Way to Be Deported
by Ophelia D. Knight Tell them you love them. Tell them not to worry. Tell them that things happen. Tell them that you’ll be fine without them; explain that you’ll miss them but you’ll live. Tell them that you will send letters filled with love and news of your everyday life. Tell them that you…
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Mon Petit Chou
by Meg Mullins When you are a cabbage and I am still your wife, I will drag my fingers across your first tender leaves and remember your skin. You will be intimate with the soil and the worms that live there, and I will find some comfort in that. There is magic happening in the…
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Boy Story
by Jenny Fried A story for you: two boys get on the train together, and they are not in love. The first boy is very tall, the other is less so. The short boy has bleached his eyebrows with lemon juice, the tall boy does not know yet how to buy clothes that fit him.…
