The Outer Pocket
March twelfth. The bag fell the way bags fall when you're not thinking about them, straight onto the bench, side first, outer pocket open. I was already looking somewhere else. Th…
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The Three-Day Sentence
January fifth. The Tuesday session ended the way they always end, shoes swapped, chalk dusted off hands, a few minutes on the bench where neither of us is quite ready to reenter t…
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The Name Arrives Without Fanfare
March eighteenth. Tuesday. The session was unremarkable in the best sense, a full hour on the wall, the usual complaints about the same two holds, Simone making a noise of pure gr…
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The Floor Was Right There
October thirty-first. I got home at eight-fifteen, set my bag down next to the door, walked into the kitchen, and lay down on the floor. Not on the couch. The floor. There was no…
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