FICTION
“Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth.”
I know you shouldn’t keep wild animals as pets, but I’ve had the same spider in my bathroom sink for over two weeks.
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.
Allanson looked out of the viewport, at the ragtag flotilla of ships trailing behind, some of them slow to catch up. It was to be expected with the little time that they’d had to cobble the fleet together.
The young boy goes to bed and kisses his mother goodnight. He goes to bed and closes his eyes and wishes his family good sleep.
When Laika the space dog comes back, bulleted to earth in a tiny white escape pod that dissolves upon opening, nobody can believe it.
He used to hold my hand on Commonwealth. I wonder sometimes if he ever still thinks about my mouth.
A tortured simper uncoils itself across my mouth as I open another bottle of Penis wine.
You’ve been dreading this day since the moment you found out you were pregnant—perhaps even before.
You’re joking, I say, interrupting the steady bumping of the doctor’s bushy white mustache.
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.
To be encased, Clint had always thought, was foolishness. Why allow yourself to be open to such sorrow?
She turns her back for me to fasten the rows of metal hooks. Why isn’t our small, tender freedom enough?
The day does not conclude with the gentle exhale of the earth, but with Mother Superior flipping the hourglass over, again.
When I was on earth I was a pretty good kid. I only got drunk when I needed to get drunk.
I don’t know why I was still talking about the rapture. I certainly didn’t believe in it. Regardless, it remained a thief…
I’m dancing with my best friend’s husband, under the influence of his jaws and thighs.
Share some abandon.
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