I struggle not to pick up the phone. I see her face on every channel of my dreams. I break down thoughts to a whisper of a… Read more “Framed Memories”
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I Came To Tell Her Husband, She’s Pregnant—With My Baby!
“You can’t be here!” Gina says, tucking her bangs back behind her ear. “I’m not leavin’ until we tell him,” I say. I’m not the assertive type,… Read more “I Came To Tell Her Husband, She’s Pregnant—With My Baby!”
Yellow Static Line (Noose)
It’s a hot Georgia day. Humid as a muthafucka here at Ft. Benning, Georgia. It’d been another day of running for no goddamn reason. It’d been another… Read more “Yellow Static Line (Noose)”
Right Words
I couldn’t think of the right words to say, can’t say it’ll matter that much, anyway. Francis types. I can see her through the screen; her words… Read more “Right Words”
I’m Sorry
“I can’t forgive you,” I say. “I couldn’t be sorrier than I—” “You cheated!” I say “I’m sorry,” she says. “I hate you.” “I’m sorry.” “I can’t… Read more “I’m Sorry”
The High School Dropout (Poem)
Sandy lists her degree after her name. I shove mine in the back of my mind. Sandy flaunts her brains. I forget I have one. Sandy looks… Read more “The High School Dropout (Poem)”
It’s A Thin Line Between Love And Hate
“I love you!” I’d say. “I hate you,” she’d say. “I hate that you hate me,” I’d say. “I love that you hate that I hate you,”… Read more “It’s A Thin Line Between Love And Hate”
Becca Has a Degree (I’m Not Impressed)
“I have a degree,” she said. “So what?” “Do you?” “I do.” “But I got mine from Harvard.” “I didn’t” “Loser,” she said and walked off with… Read more “Becca Has a Degree (I’m Not Impressed)”
“There Is No Baby. I Lied.” (Abortion)
“What are you doing here?” Hannah asks, opening the door, tucking her bangs behind her ear. “You can’t be here! He’s going to kill—” “I’m not leavin’… Read more ““There Is No Baby. I Lied.” (Abortion)”
Angie’s Father Found Our Tape! (Poem)
I sink my teeth into my cheek, and slam my eyes shut, thinkin’ about a clip on an edited tape sippin’ on a warm coffee pressin’ the… Read more “Angie’s Father Found Our Tape! (Poem)”
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