Poetry

Ode to a Tooth (#14)

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I’m sorry you’re dead.

I had braces when I was 17, too old
for that childish smile, I thought-
we waited so long because
my mother said my teeth would “straighten themselves out, probably”;
they did not. Continue reading “Ode to a Tooth (#14)”

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Poetry

Do Nothing, Wait Two Weeks (Villanelle)

The art of dying isn’t hard to master-
simply remember to do nothing at all,
and watch the world fall into quiet disaster.

To sleep is to urge the world to end faster,
inviting the snakes to climb over the wall;
the art of dying isn’t hard to master.

Build your walls with crumbling plaster,
burn the bread and poison your hall,
and watch the world fall into quiet disaster
Continue reading “Do Nothing, Wait Two Weeks (Villanelle)”

Flash Fiction

Déjà Vu

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My phone rang this morning while I stood at my desk, dealing with the usual barrage of problems that weren’t mine- an unidentified number from Seattle, WA. I don’t answer calls while I’m working, but there it was: Seattle, WA. So I answered, hasty, tight with panic that didn’t belong to 8:53 AM on a Thursday.

An unearned déjà vu flooded my ears before sound; a familiarity I have neither written nor spoken, but indelible nonetheless from the countless times played in my head: endless visions of disaster. Visions of answering an unknown number and hearing you, calling from the other end of a gun to say goodbye. Calling from a payphone next to a ditch, at the nasty end of a bender. Calling from the top of a building, from the middle of a bridge, from the edge of a cliff, from the bottom of a well. Do they have many of those in Washington? Continue reading “Déjà Vu”