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Unwanted Attention
TW: the content of this post is at moments graphic and personal and could be triggering to those who have lived through sexual assault. My mother says he sat down next to her in the back of the bus....
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Iron
bites her tongue tastes iron not everyone can smell blood someone told her she is proud she can she tastes it “bite your tongue” for unwanted words cut off your tongue for secret words spit out the...
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So I Wonder, Is This Not The Future
It’s 3 a.m. and I’m sitting at the kitchen table. The table is small and round, no corners anywhere do this is one thing I would not have to child proof. Angie wants a baby. It’s not that I don’t want...
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What Remains When Your Name Is Forgotten
I sat at the foot of his old recliner, my sister on his lap and my hand crushed inside his much larger one. Ever since the stroke, which had happened before I was born, the feeling in his fingers was...
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Constructing History
A present concerning past things A present concerning present things A present concerning future things events that draw on memory undertaking the act of remembering essential details here descriptive...
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Etching
There’s an inside and an outside of me Each day I attempt to bring them closer Etch onto my skin the words in my stomach I can’t swallow them any longer Each day I attempt to bring them closer Secrets...
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Last night
On our last night together I’ll tell you, I miss you I’ll tell you, you mean the world to me I’ll tell you, distance can’t really impact friendship Though I of course know that it can On our last night...
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A Choice between IUD and Anxiety
Photo by Andy Tullis/The Bulletin The color of blood leaking from between my legs now is much brighter than menstrual blood normally is. This is not the thick wine red that I’ve gotten used to since...
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My Morning Walk Past Planned Parenthood
Every day on my walk to and from work, I pass by Planned Parenthood. Most days, it is a very quiet street. Every so often, though, there is a mass of people gathered across from Planned Parenthood....
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An Excerpt of Sundays
I did not see my grandmother between her stroke and her death. She was a proud woman; I was a cowardly girl. I realize that men outnumbered women in the room. I watched my body leaning away thinking...
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