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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Neither of Us Were Right About the Cold Brew
August second. The cold brew was Simone's idea, which I want noted for the record before I explain what went wrong. It started at the end of Tuesday's session, she mentioned she'd…
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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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The Hour Before
June thirtieth. It's 5:47 a.m. and I know that because I looked at the clock on the microwave, not because I set an alarm for it. Gerald's vine is grazing the kitchen shelf the wa…
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The Bus Went One More Stop Than We Needed
June nineteenth. The idea started the way most of ours do: Simone said something at the end of a Tuesday session, something like, there's a lake an hour out if you're willing to a…
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The Mug Got Cold
June eighth. There's a mug on the table that I forgot to drink. That's the whole summary, really. I made tea at seven, sat down, and apparently spent the next forty minutes doing…
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The Axe Goes Where It Wants
May twenty-eighth. The signup was a tab I left open for eleven days, which is apparently my tell. Not the Carol box, not pottery registration, a beginner axe-throwing session at t…
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