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The Tyranny of the Mirror

Christina Bartson

It’s 9:00 AM on a Monday morning in the Village. I’m on the fifth floor of Joffrey studios and I’m standing at the barre. My left hand just touches the wood railing and my right foot is extended in front of my nose. Stravinsky’s Les Cinq Doigts moderato spills from the grand piano at the front of the studio and I’m acutely focused on counting …

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Find Me In Between

Natalia Conte

Sitting cross-legged on the guestroom daybed, Aunt Diana looked a bit like her namesake goddess. She had unbuttoned the top of her blouse so that the white parted like a soft curtain revealing her breast, infant cousin Will’s mouth molding so tightly to her nipple, it formed a rosy entity. I had wandered away from my parent’s dinner party, a curious toddler wondering where her …

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February: A Timeline in 28 Parts

Isabella Marie Garcia

 

The First

I really need to choose one specific day every week to wash my clothes.

My current method hails from the world-renowned

“Wait until you have nothing left to wear but one dirty towel” School of Laundry.

I had to heap everything into the basket with my hair still wet from the shower.

The Second

At …

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Black Marie Antoinette

Angelique Zobitz

I was a queen, and you took away my crown; a wife, and you killed my husband;
a mother, and you deprived me of my children. My blood alone remains:
take it, but do not make me suffer long.
– Marie Antoinette

when you come for me
if I’m making dinner,
let me put the knives
gently to the side—
and turn off the pots
to write my note,
to …

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Bloom

Claudia Lundahl

It has been three years.

She knows she is not dying.

She is freeing herself from the confines of being human, from dragging around the weight of this burdensome skeletal mess.

The first time it happened, she was fourteen years old. Afterward, she stood in front of the mirror, unclothed, staring at herself. She was in the small bathroom on the top floor of her parents’ house, the …

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