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Super

I’m super pretty and I don’t know why. That’s the lyric cycling in my head right now, shaming, blaming, containing, restraining, reframing, and draining me into my drink. And then the key tumbling the front door lock echoing down the … Continue reading

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I had a massive bun . . .

. . . but I chopped it in order to lighten my head. All that hair was a frenzied mad mass of paradoxical anxieties, half-baked hypotheses, edited-but-not-gone ramblings, and the ghosts of essays past. As one friend said: That is … Continue reading

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