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I Got a Job in Dada Entry – Jesse Hilson

Dodging my salts. Meaning deliberately not taking psych meds, lithium being a salt. I did that a few times, went to the college library and read poetry. Whenever I dodge my salts these days, it’s never on purpose but just because I forget. Troubled by basketball traveling. Not dribbling enough while taking the pill to the hole.

Complaints: Rashy glabella, flakes, itching, third eye skin disease lurking in the genotype-patterns as the symmetrical coloration of a cat’s fur hides in the DNA of the zygote.

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Little Wing – Gwen Hilton

        I haven’t been at a Christmas party like this since I was 18. Maybe 19. That’s not true. I’d dated other people and been to large family gatherings, but this is different. Families with kids, grandparents, friends of all ages. It’s Christmas Eve and the sixth day of Hanukkah. 
        At 18 it was a Thanksgiving party. Everyone was going to take over the world. Projecting future plans. Guys were showing off their new XBOXes.

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In God We Trust – Phoebe Marmura

She has big hair. On the bedside tables are thick, sturdy candles. The bed is cashmere. Everything has weight like it has just spawned from the ocean. The ocean is outside the bedroom window. She is widowed and, on the phone, she says she is looking for touch. A man comes over, sits beside her on the edge of the bed and begins to touch her. Her sweater is baby blue and cashmere;

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Tangled Up in You – Gwen Hilton

        I’m trying to date men. I’m trying to convince men to go on dates with me in public. It is easy to fuck men. A date in public is two people sitting across from each other at a restaurant and talking. This is so rare for me. It doesn’t have to be anything that looks like a date. I cannot convince anyone except cis women to go on dates with me in public.

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