Posts tagged memoir
May, if it doesn’t kill me first

My back is curved like a banana and, I too, feel nutrient rich. I am sitting on the edge of our coffee table / dining room table / tv stand / foot rest. Yes, we eat on it, sit on it, and put our feet on it. I'm listening to two siblings talk.

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April Memoir of a Thinking Body

As the train pulls into our final station, we make our way to the door. The kid writer watches us. I nod at them, trying to peek at their notebook without moving my body from where I stood. I can see nothing.

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