Say I told these stories to a shrink, unfurled each episode/like a story-board, spoke them without undue inflection.
I just wanted a migraine pill and a cup of cocoa. Instead, I overheard someone talking about the liquor store about ten blocks from my house. “Don’t even bother,” he said. “It’s so overpriced.” Inside, I nodded, never having been in the store, just aware of how things in our neighborhood were often overpriced, how… Continue reading “The Person Seated Across the Aisle” by Kelsey May
30. I don’t know what to wear, so I tie sage around my left ankle, twists of garlic in my hair. I want to be Italian and edible. I add rosemary, thyme. Frying oils. 31. I brush my hair until it crackles onto the linoleum. 32. She could feel the remains of him seeping out… Continue reading Excerpts from “Flesh Graphs” by Brynne Rebele-Henry