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N o w, Yo u a n d I Crunch Like an Overpriced Gluten-Free Pretzel J e n F e r g us o n

I know you both from hours of horrible broken English thank-you-Russian-vodka nights. And, oh my, talk slowly mornings when I am a northern stained-glass window pane and you are twined stained-glass window panes too, muddy in the morning before light. I know you from being locked outside the only bathroom in our childhood house, your voices laughing when you heard the sound of a stream hitting the hardwood floor. We are bitch fights, tear-downs, the taste of salt water on chapped lips on the Cuban shore. We joke that Fidel must be dead, that even communism is beautiful, that even loss is beautiful, that beauty is how the past talks to what’s to come through childhood French picture books, sold now, lost now to us. We agree, now, when we travel together the passengers must never sleep, never sleep.

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Apeiron Review | Summer 2015  

The summer issue of Apeiron Review, a Philadelphia-based literary magazine, is ready for you and a glass of your favorite beverage. Cool off...

Apeiron Review | Summer 2015  

The summer issue of Apeiron Review, a Philadelphia-based literary magazine, is ready for you and a glass of your favorite beverage. Cool off...