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Karen Finneyfrock

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    Karen Finneyfrock

    Autumn stomps around outside the house like an annoying little sister, tapping on all the shutters, kicking up the piles of leaves you rake, pretending to howl like a wolf. But I'm glad she's here, so we can cuss at Summer together, pretending we don't even remember her name.

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    Karen Finneyfrock

    DYING IS NOT HOT By Celia the Dark Cool is no longer cool because cool is now hot, and school isn't school if you are skipping. Then the neighborhood is school and John, the creepy dropout guy is teaching. And it isn't cool because the cool kids stay in school, where the other cool kids tell them them how hot they are and they wouldn't want to miss a dance for cutting. Kids who skip school were never cool or hot but already dumped into the trashcan with leftover lunch pizza, bruised into a locker, asking their parents for extra lunch money so they can smoke and act like they never cared anyway. And skipping school's not cool but it is school because that's where they learn what the uncool learn about life and dying.

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    Karen Finneyfrock

    I expect you to vanish up and up into the tree, a shake of the branches and gone like you had never happened. But you came down and handed me a leaf "from seven limbs up, already yellow," you said, and then you walked away and you were still real.

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    Karen Finneyfrock

    SWEAR If this time the eggs don't break, freckling the sidewalk with yolk splatter, coating the coffee and the paper towels, dripping all over my white shoes, I will never again swing the groceries back and forth all the way home from the store, singing and jumping the puddles, until the bag hits my thigh and I hear something inside of it crack.

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    Karen Finneyfrock

    THE DAY I ALMOST KILLED MYSELF It was afternoon and the razor reflected the sky like like a mirror. The bath towels were white like the bathtub and my wrists were white like the towels. The bathwater got lukewarm. The afternoon turned into late afternoon and I was still pulling ropes of air into my lungs like a sailor. The razor reflected the sunset. The bathwater got cold. The bath towels were white like the bathtub and my wrists were white like the towels.