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Under The Covers
An old water tower, an airplane blanket, a diamond pendant in the shape of a heart
November 1996The Game Of High School
Bob Penny, voted Most Self-Absorbed Hunk by a committee of me, said, I am in my big-boob period, as he pretended to swoon over Lisa Belia. I took his remark to be of the making-me-jealous variety. I didn’t even have to pretend to ignore it, because I was in love with you.
August 1996The Birthday Present
The last time I’d seen Madame was right after I returned from Hazelden, a fancy drug- and alcohol-rehab center in Minnesota. It was now a year later, and my birthday, but considering the circumstances you’d think I wouldn’t have to remind her not to buy me wine.
May 1996Sunbeams
April 1996And they were both naked, the man and his wife, and they were not ashamed.
Mark O’Brien’s Days
Mark O’Brien spends virtually every moment of every day encased in an iron lung in a room eleven feet wide and twenty feet long and seven and a half feet high.
April 1996No One Said How It Would Be
My mother’s hair turned in two weeks from chestnut, as she called it, to shocking white. “I am shocking white,” she said that morning when I came into the kitchen, awakened by the smell of toast.
April 1996Selected Stories
I was having sex with a man, and I became frightened. So I got out of bed and covered him with potato chips.
March 1996Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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