Anne Elizabeth Weisgerber

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Think about it: lobsters aren’t trapped, per se, but more like victims of bad timing. They are either in the trap when it’s tugged up, or not.

… astronauts whose eyes lengthen.

…you remain ready to growl, a little mechanism inside you clicking toward a burst of air…

“… sixty-five percent of the guests at this wedding are wearing black?”

Ninety-nine percent sure it’s a dog.

“Bankers were spreadsheet squirrels, coders squirreled away data.”

Who had made the sheets so smooth and white and neat?

What’s the song? I was out of my mind on a rack of pain and thought ‘is there a God?’

She fluttered out of the pages, “as a sudden wave dissolves the sand-built turrets of children,” she was sure.

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