Category: Essays

BKK by Leigh Hellman

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I …exited the subway station … walking the way that Chicago raised me to. Eyes forward: cold, glassy, seeing everything and noticing no one. No smile, no teeth.

noise. by Elisa Jay

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I like to pretend this isn’t me on the other side of the mirror, listening to my neighbor unclasping the lid from a jar of face cream. After all, isn’t this a pastime reserved for serial killers, serial creeps?