FICTION
“Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth.”
I’d never heard of anyone having a second baby right after the first one, but everything was so strange in those early days of motherhood that I just acted on instinct.
On the first day of our new life together, my husband realized that I was not interested in theoretical debate. He said it was okay by him and went out to get some pancake mix.
Ever since your son brought you here, things have been different. He was crying when he dropped you off. You still don’t know why.
None speak of how the streets collide in coarse seams like scars, the fresh cobbles unable to level with the ones shaken from their mortar by uncountable seasons.
I reached for my invoice, which Dr. George, holding it between thumb and forefinger as if it were a soiled diaper, dropped into my hand.
To be encased, Clint had always thought, was foolishness. Why allow yourself to be open to such sorrow?
When I was on earth I was a pretty good kid. I only got drunk when I needed to get drunk.
I loved Rena as much as a patient could love their gynecologist. We had tea together in her office. I cried when she asked how I was doing, and she showed me pictures of her terriers.
It all started with the curse of my tits. Women’s bodies are cursed. Everyone tries to look at them, everyone tries to ignore them.
A man with a fistful of showbags said, “That cow sounds like a person trying to sound like a cow.”
You’ve been dreading this day since the moment you found out you were pregnant—perhaps even before.
And then he feels that familiar sensation of drifting—when his body untethers from the material world and he soon dissolves into a fine, floating mist that evaporates into the atmosphere.
Darkness always follows.
Before the headaches began, I thought myself sturdy: firm in my foundations, set square like a saltbox house.
A tortured simper uncoils itself across my mouth as I open another bottle of Penis wine.
I’m dancing with my best friend’s husband, under the influence of his jaws and thighs.
Share some abandon.
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