What they want me to write about: how, like every Indian family, mine harbored hope for a fair-skinned daughter. How, they thought of the names in preparation: Arjuni, Divyatha, Gauri. Names, that, in God-fearing Sanskrit, […]
Author: D.T. Robbins
The Haunted Omentum (Katie Piper)
My abdomen is haunted; riddled with girl corpses, none of them fully developed. They gaggle around in my omentum – the slippery curtain that hangs like an apron, sailing over my intestines. They cackle and […]
Mermaid Girlfriend (M. S.)
You said the sea called out to you. That the water held magic and you had to be a part of that beauty. I didn’t want to seem like a schmuck. Dark clouds were filling […]
Dear Vivian (Sarah Little)
Dear Vivian, I am not you. You are not me. Not any longer. We spent wasted so much time being the same entity. Your mystique was oh-so-cool, so mysterious, like you’d force people around you […]
behind glass, glenn gould’s chair
canted, wood worn like copper plate and cushionless, the boon companion— over even the muse and his canon— sits full sung, with the wurlitzer toccata smeared across its keys by breath wandering, attempt at dialogue. […]
Rejection Letter: Bridget Lillethorup
Dear Catholic Upbringing, Thank you so much for your interest in my morals and values, as well as your commitment to my fast-growing inferiority complex and panic-inducing sense of shame. Unfortunately, at this time, I […]
RE: [This Queer Body] SINGLE CHIN HAIR
Dear My Face, Thank you for submitting SINGLE CHIN HAIR for our consideration. Again. While we admire your perseverance, we still believe that SINGLE CHIN HAIR is not a good fit for us at this […]
Meal Planning
He says, I was thinking of socks and salad for dinner. I’ve just put our daughter down for a nap. I’ve just collected the dishes from lunch. Right? He asks. It’s been a while since […]
Note on a Countertop (Before Leaving for College)
Child, I have, at times, gotten into cars with people I didn’t know – though that night in Italy shouldn’t count. The unreliable trains, the language barrier, the parade of catcalls, muscled forearms proffered by dashing […]
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