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A Boy Probably Likes Me
A Boy Probably Likes Me because he was sick. His temperature a 100 degrees. The point where water became air. Maybe that’s why he couldn’t think anymore, from the cerebrospinal fluid bubbling away. From inside his head, that container of …
Words Better Than Amazing
The powder magazine at Fort Pulaski is a small and empty room except for us. Made from special thin red bricks made by hand. Made by slaves, the tour guide points out. My three-year-old watches while the guide tells …
Safety Measures
Loubna Mrie
Loubna Mrie is a Syrian journalist, photographer, and writer, and a frequent commentator on Syrian and Middle Eastern affairs. The recipient of fellowships and residencies from Magnum Foundation, Ucross Foundation, and MacDowell, she has published work …
Loretta’s Fever
The moment Loretta opens her front door, I can tell something is up. Her rosy complexion is gone. Her long white hair looks like it hasn’t been washed in a week.
She frowns at the plate of chocolate chip cookies …
Daylight
The bus smelled like exhaust and hot rubber. It hit Elijah as soon as he walked through the folding door. That afternoon, the air inside smelled like food, too. Doritos, pretzel rods, gritty Nature Valley bars that kids chased with …
Tony Soprano Dreams of Swan Lake
If ladies were swans with long necks,
those would be the necks I’d grab them by.
I know my mother’s spent all this money
to see me on this stage, but something
about me gives me the right to ruin …
Skin & Imaginary Scenario #2
Skin
When did I begin to understand how vast the bruise on my
heart would get? So many dead—son, parents, dahlias, dogs.
Nobody knows, even her, how much grace I need. Not enough
in all the churches, the nuns’ prayers, …
Pruning Apple Trees
There’s a man named Allen who has a radish farm
in Monticello, Florida. He’s got a double wide trailer
with a wraparound front porch he made out of cedar wood
and pressure-treated pine. When it rains, you can hear
the …


