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Back then I thought everything needed a heart:the dots over the two little i’s in my name;the lids of my art class clay pinch pots;drawings of cats with too-long whiskersriding on bright green trains that fellright off the page. But then I learned there are animals with no heart:starfish, sponges,

I returned the comic book to the store.           “Sorry, I don’t care for           refrigerator women.”   Sticking us in the freezer, defining “frigidity,” making martyrs of the “meats.”             “Sorry, I can’t read this.”   Some superhero sidepiece broke

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By Emma Gail Compton I am allergic to oranges, but I bought one a week ago. It was the only thing I bought on my stop at the grocery store; I had a coupon for navel oranges and time enough to walk to the grocers. It was only one quarter instead of two. I intended […]

By Claire Furjanic        I sit alone on the bench, running my fingers along my light denim jeans. They used to fit me back in 1967 shortly after I got married, but now even the tightest loop on my belt can’t prevent them from hanging loosely around my thinned waist. A familiar car […]

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