Pray We Don’t Forget

Kay sat reclined in her recovery bed, exhausted and bereft within herself, a sludgy consciousness like a body in a still pool of water. Her eyes felt achingly large and dry in her face, and the dissonant pulsing of her

First Online: October 21, 2012
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on foot

Written some time in 2007 back when I still used she/her pronouns and didn’t understand much of what ailed me.   [audio:onfoot.mp3] Why is it that she feels so lonely? Wandering around in IKEA to buy chopsticks they won’t even

First Online: December 26, 2007
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