All Posts By Catherine Zickgraf

Resolution

You, sterile survivor, once hid my beauty in your power— but now I see you pretend to be whole. And you, stone statue, with an eroded...

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Your Dying Circus

Your disease, they say, possesses its prey then rots out your bones till they crumble to dust. It stretches your canvas, tight to your...

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Better to Marry than Burn

I wouldn’t refer to my first time as fire. But after reading the diary of 13-year-old me (got laid, I recorded for posterity), father...

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What It Was Worth

For a while, I follow your blue eyes glowing off the stereo, then tuck myself into you, inhaling your smell, remembering our summer in my...

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