Monthly Archives: August 2011

Burn

She has me stack all four rings along the table, near the fan, and then she turns the blowtorch on and mimics the motion I’ll have to use. “You have to burn them,” she says, turning off the blowtorch. “You have to do each step … Read more

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For a long time afterward

He looks like the grandfather I remember from junior high. White haired, with black-framed glasses, and those distinctive tattoos naval men stationed in the South Pacific always have. He’s flustered with the selling aspect of the market. “I have a lot of stuff that isn’t … Read more

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Yes

There are plenty of dark sexual places. Places of shame and humiliation. There are methods to employ these techniques without actually injuring your partner emotionally or physically. Whether or not you injure your partner spiritually was a topic of some debate in my twenties and … Read more

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After birth

He started sleeping through the night when he was 7 weeks old. And by through the night, I mean from 7:30 p.m. until 5 in the morning. And 5 gradually became 10:30. People said I was lucky. He’d wake every morning at 6, and chat … Read more

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St. Louis

We’d go to the St. Louis Zoo, where the oldest crocodile had milky eyes because people threw wishing coins into the enclosure and blinded him. Or up into the Gateway Arch to stare down at the city. We ate chicken nuggets for the first time … Read more

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Married

We vowed these things to each other and to our community, and that includes you.

(Jill) The little man in the voodoo shop explained about his pythons, about
the spells he cast with them. But I was already alight with magic. I
walked down a … Read more

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I can’t sleep

His helmet had bumblebees on it. When he was small, he rode on my bicycle in a giant plastic seat directly behind me. It was terrible not to be able to see him. The first time we biked downtown, I kept trying to swivel around … Read more

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Fished

My dad would wake us at four. And my brother and I climbed silently from our beds, and shrugged on our clothes and slept again in the van on the way to the river. I was 8. We’d stopped using worms because it hurt my … Read more

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And now for something completely passive aggressive

I wasn’t going to make a big deal about this, because, like, your wedding isn’t about me, or whatever, but, like—can you focus on me while I’m talking?—sheesh, you have the worst manners sometimes. Anyway, as I was saying, your big day is about you, … Read more

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Tug-of-war

Three weeks ago, G came home and said his father had told him it was time for G to be a real boy. To be normal. And whatever lit in me was nothing so small as fury. G and I had a long conversation about … Read more

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