Em, Bittered

Four bitter list poems.

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Bum Rib

I coughed for a month. I coughed until subway cars and restaurants emptied. I coughed until the parents of my charges came running into the room to find me doubled over, one finger aloft, wait, wait, wait. I coughed until one mother, regal, Indian, slippered and pashmina’d, came running with her two Thai maids, bearing […]

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Bookstore Blindness and Dental Deformity

For a long time I’ve had these terrible recurring nightmares that I’m going blind in a bookstore. This could be because since I was a small child I’ve spent a lot of time in bookstores, browsing myself into a narcotic stupor until my eyes actually do give out and my vision begins to blur. My […]

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