A Note

after Ágota Kristóf

The bomb tore my mom's foot off. Removed her of her cough. Life is like that, mom told us. The doctor gave her a plate but it looked to us like a shoe. She called it The Brick but not when we saw her church friends. When we saw them, we did not talk about war.

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Marketing Overview

I’m holding up my boss’ head so he can see my dreadful presentation. I’m running through bullet points as if they matter. Someone signs a contract. Another catches fire. My boss reminds us no one's getting let go, no one's going to die. There’s no need to worry. It’s all okay. I pour more and more coffee down his eyes closed throat.

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