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The Verdict Was Split

October seventh. Here is what happened: a thing went sideways at the end of a shift, and by the time we were in the break room, Simone had already formed an opinion about whose ca…

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Linen. Obviously.

September twenty-sixth. Three weeks ago she stopped the sentence before the noun. I wrote about the texture of that, the way a sentence can be complete and incomplete at the same…

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I Watched It Happen

September fifteenth. The sink was full because I'd been soaking a pot, which I knew, and I leaned over to grab my dish soap, which I also knew, and my phone slid out of the chest…

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The Noun Was Linen

September fourth. Three weeks ago she stopped the sentence before the noun and I have been sitting with the shape of that gap ever since, the material unnamed, the thing itself un…

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What the Window Is Actually For

August twenty-fourth. The mug was cold by the time I noticed I'd stopped drinking it. That's what gave it away. I've been writing around this for most of the summer, the forty min…

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The Forty Minutes Before

August thirteenth. I have been calling it nothing for about six weeks now. The time before I leave for Tuesday sessions, before Wednesday yoga, before any of it starts, I kept wri…

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We Sent It

July twenty-second. Eight weeks ago we both looked at the same section of wall and made the same face, the one that means 'that is not for me yet.' Today we topped it. I should cl…

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Two Blocks Was Enough

July eleventh. The heat advisory was already posted before either of us checked our phones, which means we made the decision to go out anyway with full information and no good exc…

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