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Tuesday, May 28, 2002
They talked loudly, giving justifications meant for her.
"Doesn't mean we feel that way," said one.
"You can joke about anything with friends," said another.
They talked until the feeling of her rebuke had washed away.
In the corner, she stared at her chosen friends with grim disbelief.
She could not justify their racists jokes.
salamander
Friday, May 24, 2002
The mutt we had only had for forty forevers
jumped up and grabbed grandma's lap, running
away with it under the house. Us kids
were heartbroken and lay on our
stomachs looking into the cool dark under
the house and offering up raw hamburger while
upstairs we could hear grandma yelling
goddamn that filthy mongrel
p.s.v.
Wednesday, May 22, 2002
She walked confidently into the conference room and sat at the glass table. Steely Dan murmured in the background.
He tossed his curly hair and stroked his graying goatee.
“You need to improve…”
flip
“You let your personal life interfere…”
flip
“Six percent increase is more than fair…”
flip
That night she dreamt of scissors.
Ann O'Maly
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