Author Archives: Kayla Williams

Mammogram

She says, ”Don’t move your arm. It’s a woman’s nature to want to help. But I’ll adjust it.”   I say, ”Sorry, I’m sorry.”   The huge plastic frame clamps down on my right breast as I realize I tried … Continue reading

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The Queen of Hard Lessons

The Queen of Hard Lessons sits awake at the table, her legs open wide, her knife sharp and ready, pressed against her thigh, she’s been fucked before, she doesn’t ask why. Her eyes are dark circles, heartbreak fills her frame, … Continue reading

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A centerline

I am a precarious mammal, Born warm and trusting, Eyes wide, heart open Voice responding, Limbs reaching, My stretched vertebrae receiving signals from the blinking maze of my brain. Years, months, days, pain can surprise can short out so many circuits, … Continue reading

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That Girl

You said I was “that girl” at the bar, the one hiding inside, on her phone, not caring if anyone spoke to her, all alone, drinking and listening to whatever came on on the speakers above, not looking for anyone, … Continue reading

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Seeing

Whenever he makes you feel like you’re not enough, step back for a while and take a real look. Not at yourself, you’ve looked at you long enough, but at him, and all his unearned entitlement, his beer soaked breath, … Continue reading

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Catwoman

They first called me The Cat, with my leather and whip, men couldn’t resist the click of my black heels against the concrete.                                    … Continue reading

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Food Stamp Zen

Clean the dust out of the corners of your room, then look at the balance again. Do the math inside your head, then go out and get what you can. Think about what could be worse. Grab oranges as if … Continue reading

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