Water Damage

 

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Indelible

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I can see your scars. They're in the way you talk, how you pull your sleeves down. How you slump. I can see your scars. They're in your stare. From...
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Traffic

How many new cousins have you got? Four. Three with scars and sallow eyes. How many new sisters today? Dad's brought six. Four speak French and...
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Compassion Fatigue

Hey you. Yeah you. I know your grandad died last night but conjugate this verb. Get into groups now. Group one: Data says you're the smart kids...
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Calloused to Birdsong

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Draw a line. Scrape it through trees. Dissect mountains, valleys, lakes. Forget the sun, gaudy bauble, wasting rays whoring light and fix your border...
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Surasawa Pond

By Surasawa pond on a billboard a holy man paints a lie: ‘On the third day of the third month the dragon of this pond will ascend to heaven.’ Two men...
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The Princess of Odd Numbers

It’s getting dark. The cypresses, slender, respectful genuflect to the sunset, a horse’s eye in all its majesty. In their junctures, iced from winter...
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The Iceberg

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No Better Past (IP)

Sometimes, we find better selves like lost toys, as if we’ve dusted cobwebs to reveal old ribcaged hearts garbed in younger, rawer flesh that didn’t...
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vicarious trauma

i used to be able to repair myself sprout phantom limbs better versions now, i flick rocks at the faultlines and the whole thing caves it starts in...
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Stripling

I’ve never met you. But I want you to love me. You were me before I had formed my open church door of mouth my stripling heartstring. I had forgotten...
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The ends of my world

I can’t feel the presence of a god here so keenly now that I can touch the ends of my world , run a finger across a drumlin of hallowed herringbone...
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Wear and tear (IP)

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I’d driven for miles before I’d realised where. The camber of the road should have dumped me home, as always. It's just this normal stuff, like...
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At five years of age

you told me that people are shaped like stars and I realised that nobody else gets to see this, gets to see you and what you are in the pauses, in...
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Aversion Therapy

These are the things that keep me up at night, all stitched together . I will say these words twice daily, gently, and watch them lose their power or...
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Run

watch your hair fall out in those unfaced, blank slate sertraline dreams.
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All that remains

So I tell group that sometimes the tightness feels like I’ve moved into the house across from you but the walls seem further away and I can't...
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