Kate Ryan

Eva, having stayed up the whole night preoccupied with death and time, planned to call in sick.

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

A bloated mother in her polka dot one-piece gnaws on a corndog while reading the romantic pulp she picked up on her way out of the supermarket . . .

“You are the naked girl on horse, yes?” he said, approaching her table from across the café patio.

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

His mind rode the lines, circling on an endless loop to nowhere as he attempted to go about his activities.

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

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