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Hurt

It wasn’t the first time but she couldn’t say it hurt less now. Those spaces in time when red took over and colored itself in welts on her son’s tender skin. His whimpers hurt her. Every single time. Wrote this … Continue reading

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the low down on the subway

I was making my mouth into the biggest, ugliest ‘o’ I could to get the first juicy bite out of my sweet onioned, honey mustarded, subway submarine but then I tasted not only pickle but also, slap and tickle, slurp and lick. I … Continue reading

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Violent Morning

There! He slapped another bucketful of water on me. It was eight in the morning and the street had come alive, abuzz. Had he no sense of propriety, making a dripping wet spectacle of me, on a public road? Yellow cabs … Continue reading

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