CONTAGIOUS MEDITATION

Disturbing, That… everything is undisturbed, pared to singlehood and the craves we didn’t know we knew. Such as: absent others’ touch, what are we?

HEX, OCTOBER 1956 by Donna D. Vitucci

The industrial grandeur and glare of Fernald erased even the stars so that approaching the plant for third shift was like driving from a tunnel into the government’s continuous daytime.

Oranges by Donna D. Vitucci

If the way I remember differs from how others recall that time at United Methodist, well, memory trains itself—the dumbest, most diligent animal treading a familiar dirt circle…

Pigsglue

Maddy Procter stood in the boys’ bathroom. Nobody pulled their pants down.
Josh and Frankie and Paul loitered by the spots designated for peeing but they stayed tucked in.

Doxology

You can run on Catechism like it’s gasoline. Wipe your grime on the gauze that covers your intimate places. So then, a life tinted yellow, malaised, maized, amazed.

When We Were Small

Once a neighbor teen strung me up, noosed rope from a tire swing around my shoulder and tightened, me a small fry girl a human tire swing. When you hang, by armpit or neck, the rope burns, skin wilts.

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