Rations After sleeping all day on a friend’s pullout, we buy canned food. All the bagged pastries sweating in the convenience store window face the scaffolding of the 7 she takes to the schizophrenics, the woman no one believes. Cats walk under the dust ruffle in the apartment where we wash a handful of plastic... Continue Reading →

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