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It is 2 AM and I am boiling

In the shower, I scald my skin hard and red, like the crabs my uncles would throw into pots of bubbling water, Burns beget steam and I smell my grandpa’s…

The Debtors’ University

A DROLL FROM THE ROARING GIRL The debtors’ university is such a refined hierarchy; you start off posh, the Master’s Ward, and say, ‘Pish, this is not so hard’; arriving…

Feeling Bad About the Names We Gave

I know your suicide like the start of a drumroll, the smell of rotting stars in my pockets rolling around between fingers. The wind played the holes in your body…