I Wear Other People by Rosaleen Lynch
I wear other people. Their clothes, their shoes, their hair and skin and bones. An organ might not fit, or a limb might creak, or a muscle groan. Adjusting to…
I wear other people. Their clothes, their shoes, their hair and skin and bones. An organ might not fit, or a limb might creak, or a muscle groan. Adjusting to…
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When the raindrops shimmer under the streetlights like the little balls of mercury you poked with one finger so they skittered across the desk even though the teacher warned you…
The mother-moon bent down and kissed her sleeping child on the forehead. Her lips were hard and cracked and a little spongey, as if a fungus had grown behind the…
Had there been an angel in the room, none of them would have noticed. The four children were playing Monopoly. The eldest was winning, as usual. “Advance token to nearest…
If David gripped the handheld remote too tightly, it might squirt out and escape as a banana does from its own peel. Too loosely and he’d drop the banana. His…
George follows me everywhere, so I tell him to stay and keep an eye on Mom while I scout our new neighborhood. Since the night we snuck out of Daryl’s…
This is a love letter to a seven-hundred square foot apartment, to the bedroom with the bunk for you two and the full bed for me we called the dormitory,…
“How many they got back there?” he asked me as he pulled a wooden pencil out of his shirt pocket. The pencil tip, dull and coarse, sharpened no doubt with…
It’s just past midnight and the kitchen’s half-lit by a weak strip-light that flickers and hums above the cooker. It makes the open-plan sitting room/kitchen look like a scene from…
In the aftermath of the party, he wakes covered in the glittering soil of an upset spider plant. Crumbs of gold-flecked dirt slip from his swollen eyelids as daylight intrudes.…
They arrived at first light, tying up their horses to wait beneath a drizzling sky. The Prime bell had just rung, but Brother Paul and the other monks were hastening…