Her universe is going dark. She is fumbling in the chaos. She wants to go home.
Nonfiction
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Crevices
I’m dressed in my long-sleeve wetsuit and have the orange buoy around my waist, the one the expert swimmers told me to buy, which drags behind me like a tail.
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The Laundry Chronicles
Bedsheets This morning the sheets called to me, loud and persistent, in the pitch the puppy uses when he needs…