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November 2, 2013
In the prose poem Stories You Tell Your Children, "~SadisticIceCream"explores a controversial and deeply personal topic and handles it with elegance, honesty, and a marked lack of bitterness" (suggester's words). Thank you for responding respectfully.
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In Which Middle School is Hell
I can still remember with perfect clarity the day in eighth grade when a boy walked up to me at my locker and said, “Hey cutie.” I was sweaty, having just come from gym class, and I was only at my locker to buy some time before I had to go to math class where the teacher hated me and the numbers didn’t make any sense. But there was a boy standing next to me and he called me cute and I had no idea what to say. As it turned out I didn’t have to say anything because the girl he was with just laughed, a cut off cackle into the oversized purse she was fishing through. I turned back to my locker, not saying a word because I
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autopsy
her spine was cracked down the middle,
her skin unraveled at the seams.
bloated lungs and an emaciated heart filled her no longer moving chest.
her eyes were still open
and her hands stretching for the last thing she ever saw,
though she'd never reached it.
no one knew the exact cause of death,
except the shadow of a boy who avoided her funeral
like it was a plague.
like she was the plague.
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Why I Laughed at His Funeral
Was dull, as funerals
go.
It was nothing I could help, the sound of it
left me. And in the moving crowd of black
around collars and scarves and
the formless grays of our town
, bowel movement of black,
broken by a laugh, then two, then
a whole cascade. Who is to say
I wasn’t mad from knowing the truth
or wanting to, not knowing enough?
Bobby Sweethouse died
throwing himself off the school roof.
His mother was the first to collect his remains,
ashamed almost to see
all the mess her boy had made.
Many of my friends had said,
he deserved this for being a queer,
or something along those lines, I’m sure
they could pull whatever th
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A prose poem in ten parts.
In many ways, I've been trying to write this for years and years. Today I finally just did it. I'm still not 100% happy with it, but it's as close as I've come to putting this into proper words as I've ever gotten.
In many ways, I've been trying to write this for years and years. Today I finally just did it. I'm still not 100% happy with it, but it's as close as I've come to putting this into proper words as I've ever gotten.
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I've grown up in a series of small, christian, redneck towns. I've grown up with an atheist for a mother and a devout catholic as an aunt and uncle, and I've grown up alongside Baptist extremists and atheist extremists alike as friends.
This piece is amazing and unapologetically raw, and I identify with it so much. I've been surrounded by so many people who love God and love religion, and I've always felt like there's something missing inside of me. The hallowed stomach part really got to me.
Thank you ♥
This piece is amazing and unapologetically raw, and I identify with it so much. I've been surrounded by so many people who love God and love religion, and I've always felt like there's something missing inside of me. The hallowed stomach part really got to me.
Thank you ♥