Month: June 2014
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Caledonia
The last time I saw Juteau cry was in October. Truthfully, I didn’t see her crying, but I saw the aftereffects: the smear of mascara trailing like dirty rainwater down the side of an abandoned building, the eyes as red as a desert sunset. She didn’t want to talk about it, and I didn’t want…
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Exponents
“Everything there is was made at the beginning,” I say to her. “All the atoms, all the threads, all the pieces, came from that one moment of creation.” I rest my head against her stomach. She touches my hair and pulls the blanket higher over my shoulder. “A billion billion stars shine, and a billion…