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How to Prepare

January 11, 2019January 11, 2019 Lydia A. Cyrus

Pull your hair tightly into a high pony tail Make it tighter still. There is something to be said for immaculate strands and their fraying roots.   Memorize the story of King Solomon and the baby so that the sensation of being severed in half becomes as familiar as breathing. Read more

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Kiss Them For Me

December 19, 2018December 19, 2018 Lydia A. Cyrus

My body is a temple, which I will not desecrate. The phrase “virgin blood” is misleading. It means blood that has not previously been used in a sacrifice, not the blood of a virgin. Even that explanation is misleading because isn’t sex a sacrifice? Do you not open up yourself Read more

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Violets

November 28, 2018November 28, 2018 Lydia A. Cyrus

after Courtney Love Tiny, four leaf vibrating and glistening. Sprouted on the hillside of her yard, listening to the murmur of cutting blades. The size of dimes, drops of ink. Theirs is a secret fragility when held in hand, they would crinkle from the July heat. Delicate not for the Read more

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Letters I Wrote to Muriel Rukeyser During My Title IX Investigation

October 17, 2018November 26, 2018 Lydia A. Cyrus

“Speak to me. / Take my hand. / What are you now? / I will tell you all. / I will conceal nothing.”   When I was three I broke my father’s nose with a bat. He said he never had migraines before that day, but now has them frequently. Read more

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