Tag: omnivore
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An abundance of bad luck
About thirty minutes North of you, when winter still began in November, a man died and June was born.
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Green bedsheets in a small room
It was too warm for touching: they held onto each other at their toes. Sometimes one of them would open their mouth to speak, mutter something incoherent, lost to the humid air that stagnated at the open window.
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Surfacing
There is a person on the beach, and their name is June or Jude or some other name beginning with a J. It’s on the tip of your tongue, lifting with the salty breeze and coating your lips with white streaks of salt; something still there but already gone.
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June and a tangerine
It is June and I wake in pieces of children- the children I won’t have, the child I won’t see again.
