Tag: Pelekinesis

Lost Tourist by Meg Pokrass

It was her high school boyfriend who started the trouble. She was just sixteen. He suggested that she didn’t have a normally shaped vagina, his finger skittering around it like a lost tourist. “You need to see a doctor. Find out why it isn’t opening,” he said. “God, that’s embarrassing.” He shrugged and turned on

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Spider by Meg Pokrass

There’s a spider in the bathroom, I tell him. It’s six feet tall, I say. I wake him up and tell him to save me. I pee a few times a night and can’t imagine slipping into the cold bathroom alone, facing this spider head-on. It’s frigid here in Siberia. Outside, nothing can live for

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Margaret Thatcher by Meg Pokrass

The kinds of things he says about his wife. The way he describes her smile. “Actually, you know who she reminds me of the most?” ”Nope, who,” I say. “She reminds me of Margaret Thatcher, the Meryl Streep version,” he says. He laughs. I laugh. We laugh and sometimes I cry. He holds me and

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