Kate Ryan

Like booster engines emptied of fuel, my limbs become disposable, useless tanks as the blood rushes from them.

The bread had to be store-bought and white, of course, so as not to raise a red flag among my classmates. I still see rebellion in a ham sandwich.

The Gap come autumn: where normcore and film noir cleverly collide.

She got too high while watching The Bachelor and had a misanthropic breakdown.

My tights are cutting me in half at the waist . . . just like a sausage in its casing.

Alison learned from her grandmother how a plastic smile could take you places—especially in a place like Hollywood.

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She doesn’t know how to communicate the feeling that all is for nothing, nothing is normal.

It was a tradition of theirs. When siblings Sue and Johnny went home to their mother’s for Christmas, they watched the 11 o’clock local news.

The case of beer I brought, as my mother explained, is “pure poison” and so I must drink it all by myself.