GENRE FICTION



Published in The Harvard Review

I have to admire the mysterialist, how
she was able to rig my birth, my home,
my education, vacations, dogs, work, heart-
breaks and my weak bladderall that

brought me into this old bookstore, to use their
facilities and purchase, out of guilt, her book.

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