Kate Ryan

I saw my old babysitter at a women’s wrestling cage match.

The bread had to be store-bought and white, of course, so as not to raise a red flag among my classmates. I still see rebellion in a ham sandwich.

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

I have no choice but to start all over again, tomorrow or not at all.

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

Hollywood continues to flounder in a dick-sucking frenzy of self-congratulatory white male directors, writers, and producers.

LAX, on the other hand, seemed like a perfect place to pick up the latest deadly virus.

He died a violent death. I saw him myself, flopping between wooden blades, his head bent back strangely.

Alma couldn’t understand why her Yelp reviews were so dismal. She didn’t advertise herself as a magician. She was a hair stylist.

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