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37 degrees

37 degrees is the temperature a normal body holds. She woke up cold beside him and already knew. He stared up blinkless–dust already forming on his pupils. She filled him again and again, punching in time to the tinny disconnect of the speakerphone counting … Continue reading

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Catch and Release

I still reach for you in the space between reality and reflex. Still expecting to feel you flip like a fish under my fingers and not floating belly up somewhere in a container marked biohazard. While I am still here … Continue reading

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