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Illnessexpand_moreI could feel the floor’s slight pitch. We were in for a long, long voyage.
He doesn’t have to lie about oatmeal. That’s the way things are for him.
Wake up drenched in sweat, with fatigue that reaches to your marrow.
Ask your mother about babies. Ask her about the baby that died.
Lily hated Ray’s cancer. She couldn’t see it or cure it.
Our hopes swirled around the act of swallowing a teaspoon of yogurt.
I only divine the cat’s location when I hear its small cough.
It had always been this way. Mothering, for my mother, was a cameo role.
She looked at him with sorrow, and surprise, despite all the news.
Somewhere along the way her husband had gotten scared.
On the small of my daughter’s back is a two-inch tattoo. MADE IN CHINA.
They met on the app in April, shortly after her twenty-ninth birthday.
My father then got partials implanted, which were later punched out.
It was the season of storm delays, of . . . shame and ghosts on trains
Those moments are all I want. I want a life of this. He sighs and I sigh.
Jennifer Haigh
Blacked-out little angel, you shuffle home under the streetlights.
He’s an excellent student. It’s just that . . . he thinks ideas are real.
Interviewer said he had no intention of stealing anything from Subject.
Her body is no longer the source of pleasure but constant pain.
We know that we were lied to, the disaster was worse than we feared.
She sips the coffee and thinks about throwing herself off the balcony.
The doctor said your life will never be the same before she said hello.
I let him record me doing it all. I wanted to watch me be a monster.
“You could come, too! No one’s forcing you to go to fucking China.”
I will leave the pills in their bottles, I will leave the bottles by my bed.
It changes nothing. It’s nasty shit, and you’ve gotta get clean.
The boy in the woods was a secret. My secret. My first real secret.
I didn’t know that by falling for you, I was falling for your demons too.
