The End Of Something

The End Of Something by Amy Bernhard It’s seven o’clock in Iowa and I’m hot. Sweat pours down my neck, welding my tank top to my skin. I’m a few blocks into my run and already I want to die, arms churning through air thick as pudding, breathing the quick ugly breaths of a dog or a teenage boy getting a hand job. I am alone out here. Everyone else is locked inside with their air conditioners, chugging away in […]

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