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Submitted to Contest #221
cw: substance abuse/suicide I dreamed about him all the time, dreamed that we were in school together and that our teachers were endlessly separating us. Owen and I weren’t friends and he’d never been a crush. We had the tenuous small-town connection of having parents who were acquainted with each other, if only tragically. When I was six, I discovered an envelope of photographs shoved in the back of the silverware drawer in our China cabinet. Inside I found a collection of snapshots of a long-haired pirate with the same almond-shaped eyes...
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CW: stillbirth, brief violence I had to decide what to do with Jesus. Take him home in the backseat of my Versa, or carry him outside and place him beside the triple duty Glad bags at the end of the drive. I knew I was in trouble when I discovered the drawer with all the Jockey underwear. There must have been at least a dozen unopened packages. Three to a pack. All white and French cut. I could hear her extolling the virtues of cotton from the grave. Say what you will about my mother, she understood the value of fabric that breathes.&nb...
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