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Learning to Disappear

They say there is a Buddha 
                        In each grain of sand 

We begin huge and rigid. Life grinds 
away at us. We grind against one another.

Sensing Spirits

We had to fly to her brother’s wedding. 
But she lay prone on a heating pad, 
the room spinning above, and her 
weight and blood pressure each 

Summer Story

I was fifteen when I saw that my Mia Maid Advisor was having an affair. I’m afraid to tell you the story now, and afraid to think too hard about what I knew then, and…