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Dear Kitty #10
Dear Kitty, For a moment I couldn’t write. My inability to write was really a side effect of self-doubt, which was the result of me allegedly forgetting the meaning of the phrase ‘rest on one’s laurels’. All I could think about was how stupid I was for forgetting the meaning of the phrase. I asked…
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Deary, Kitty #9
Dear, Kitty “I wasn’t used to being so naked like that. And that’s why I left him. It was too much for me to handle. It was too much kindness and goodness and affection and love. I didn’t know what to do with it all.” I lied to you. Several weeks ago I told you…
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Dear, Kitty #7
“Kitty, do people ever start loving you again? Or did they never love you to begin with?” Dear, Kitty Has anyone ever told you they love you and then turn around and un-love you? It happened to me. It happens to me. I guess it’s my fault though. I like to test the elasticity of…
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Dear, Kitty #6
Dear, Kitty … … … I don’t know what to do with myself, Kitty. I was on the brink of being admitted into one of those looney hospitals. Too, too close to the edge. Not many things bring me to tears, but when I think about this, it does. And you know I hate sentimental…
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Dear, Kitty #4
Dear, Kitty I used to write in the shower. Literally. While droplets trickled from the tips of my strands of hair to the dip in my back, my breasts, and my tummy. I used to write on the train, walking down the street, and while I held conversations with people. I know. That last one…
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Dear, Kitty #3
Dear, Kitty My students kept asking me why I dyed my hair so much. I started telling them that I hate looking the same, the way a portrait does, and that I enjoy feeling like someone else— in an artsy kinda way. Like cosplay. It was a euphemism, of course. It’s true, Kitty. I do…
Dear, Kitty 