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Abby Kloppenburg
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Oct 30, 2022

love your face

She shows them she loves them by peeling off their faces and affixing them to hers. She cries like them, she spits like them, she blinks like them. She speaks in a funny accent; forgets words she’s always known. She votes haphazardly and curses at her mother. Every night, she…

Creative Writing

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Creative Writing

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Jul 23, 2022

summer heat

it’s 8pm and the buildings are still sweating. their windows blink their heavy lids, weighed down with heat exhaustion. we haven’t been to the beach yet this summer. when you’re…

New York

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New York

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Jan 16, 2022

not so long ago that you’d forget

Poetry

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not so long ago that you’d forget
not so long ago that you’d forget
Poetry

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Jan 12, 2022

places i’ve been and lives i’ve lived

the little brick apartment with the dirty carpet. an oversized dresser and 150 square feet, all your own. the true meaning of solitude — and how it wraps around your bones in its quietest moments. the first 40 hours at a desk; a summer of fluorescent light sun and cubicle…

Poetry

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places i’ve been and lives i’ve lived
places i’ve been and lives i’ve lived
Poetry

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Jan 5, 2022

girls

we were always at Olio waiting for the next two people to fill the seats at our four top. every night we wore black with glitter smudged across our eyes and between our fingers—we were too old to feel invincible but it was something close to it. there was the…

Creative

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girls
girls
Creative

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Jan 4, 2022

covid christmas

the water between New York and New Jersey looks like it should be ice this time of year. it doesn’t feel like Christmas.

New York

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covid christmas
covid christmas
New York

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Jan 3, 2022

new york

first there’s the couple crawling across the white tablecloth just to deliver the punchline, heads back in hilarity before the joke’s even finished. does the pavement remember all the dinners it’s caught the drops from? the flood of people leaking out their front doors every morning, just trying to find each…

New York

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new york
new york
New York

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Dec 29, 2021

heading home

do you remember age seven, coming up from the pool for a milkshake? before you’d tasted coffee? before your parents’ secrets?

Creative

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heading home
heading home
Creative

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Jul 19, 2021

we’re back

there they are again. the lids of coffee cups lining the sidewalks, three-day-old grounds and a kiss of lipstick on the rim. haven’t you…

New York City

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we’re back
we’re back
New York City

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Jun 28, 2021

Wednesday

Oscar took his time twisting on his blue tie, staring at himself in the mirror. It was Wednesday — that’s why he was wearing blue. Always blue on Wednesdays he recited to himself, then shuddered. Shut up, you loser. Did he really have the energy for another one of these…

Fiction

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Wednesday
Wednesday
Fiction

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