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My apartment is a great lung, expanding, contracting. It is fit to collapse and suffocate its sole occupant. I am the wet nurse of the...

Often in prayer, one looks up to their god. Why up? If up is where gods live, how can a christian and a pagan live under the same roof?...

My Lady burns me with green leaves of poison ivy, tenderly sliming my crumbling cheeks that press against the mirror to watch her kiss my...