Kate Ryan

My parents got the idea they’d send me to stay at my grandparents’ house in Florida for a week. I think my mother needed a week to herself.

She doesn’t know how to communicate the feeling that all is for nothing, nothing is normal.

She closed in on the open pores enlarged ten times their normal size by a high magnification pocket mirror.

She couldn’t imagine the water she sat in, the water that enveloped her body, wanted to be here.

She gropes for attention while he dies in the other room.

One crawled up the side of the bag and opened her wings, a hardtop convertible with legs.

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Surviving the Apocalypse didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy a little romance.

I would send some chocolates, but I’m not allowed anymore since they found the shiv in the birthday cake I sent you.

The birds abandon their posts in the pepper trees, sending tiny, oblong leaves raining to the ground.