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CHRISSY.CITY
my city, my rules
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Thumbsucker
the embarrassing truthis I’ll look you upthe way I used tosuck my thumb. It was a compulsionthat lasted too long,and I’d hide it,pretend I was oneof the normal oneswho could fall asleepwithout this drug. except the calluseson both sidesgave me away. once, my motherput this pungent liquid on it.my child’s mindremembers that round bumpturning green.so…
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Beta Librae
Gigi, my six-year-old Australian Silky Terrier, knows when I’m impossibly sad. Outside, I can hear Reshayin (my regular crow visitor) asking for me to put out some peanuts, but we can’t move. My limbs are heavy, and I don’t know where to put this numbness. I’ve bonded with Reshayin every day for almost three months…
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Could’ve been a genius 🎧
When she was little, she climbed onto the velvety, mossy green chair and would later be told that she fell and split her head open against a glass table filled with seashells. Was that really the way of it, she wonders? “You didn’t cry,” her mother told her. “Not once. The doctors were so impressed…
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Nine-minute song rec?
I’m paricipating in a Fight For Air Stair Climb for the American Lung Association. Nine hundred and fourteen steps, forty-two floors. During the weeks leading up to this climb, I find myself doubling up stairs at every given opportunity. Staring at them as if they are both friend and enemy. Remembering the feeling inside of…