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The Fisherman’s Seven Dreams

In the first dream, Laxmatte, a fisherman who lives in a small cottage on the coast of Finland, removes Maiju, his plain, broad wife, to a red rocky isle in the middle of the Baltic Sea, where they remain for seven months. He pulls pink salmon in spring, herring in summer, white salmon in fall. On days after a good haul, Maiju chops the head off each fish, smokes their wet red bodies on racks, and wraps them in dried seaweed. Every three weeks, the fisherman and his wife bring the dried fish to …

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#2

Wife #2 was sweeping the small bedroom when she found the magazine. A woman with long blond hair adorned the cover. A short yellow dress hugged her body, and her teeth were unnaturally white. They were not allowed magazines. Her first instinct was to turn in Wife #3, but then she remembered what He had told them about reacting hastily. Plus #3 was new, young. Maybe she should give her a chance. So instead she closed the door, sat on the bed, and opened the magazine. # At dinner, Wife #2 …

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Sarah is Pining

         The three of them were having a dinner party in honor of Sarah’s fiancé leaving her, eight months ago that Monday. It was the first cold night in November, and Max and Tessa wore doubled-up socks inside their apartment. He cooked steaks on the stovetop, in a frying pan, using a fork to turn the big pieces of meat. She tossed potato wedges with cream and cheddar cheese.          “What can I do?” Sarah sat …

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Memories That Smell Like Mother

Henry’s diary was a soiled jubilation of a recluse’s childhood, stuffed under his iguana’s terrarium, reeking of fierce terror and hands-on scrutiny of grade school intimacy and psychopathy, page by flourished page, inflamed bedlam of erect body odors as purposeful and gusty as the sticky names recorded and blacklisted in backwash gray marker mapping who slithered under-soaped flesh out of station wagons into over-sparkled classrooms cloned with crappy kid’s art and Mom bumper stickers flush …

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Grief Birds

We know what you are, say the pale birds who won’t leave my apartment, eldest daughter, you are no certain thing, telling me I inherited stove coils, a shit sense of humor, they are gaping mouths, curled fingers, flaws bundled in grandmother’s fabric, abuelita would never stand for this. I imagine she would unravel hundreds of feet of yarn-turned-leaf-buds, turned-red-flowers, ven aquí, she would say, dejame ver and together we’d rub ointment into the cracks in my skin. She is gone, I don’t have …

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Something’s Still Going Down at the Meijer on Central Ave

The cops left hours ago and took with them the drunk who’d gotten Karened for riding the Penny Pony. We saw it all. Dee says he wasn’t a drunk, just tired. I hope wherever they take him he gets some sleep, though Dee says that’s not how it works dummy, and I don’t argue. Not with Dee. Besides, the Penny Pony’s still going, and that’s why we’re standing here, not even pretending to shop any longer. The brown fiberglass legs churn and churn. I used to ride it as a kid. Thought for sure they’d …

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