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Mimi Kusch

Managing Editor at Narrative Magazine

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  • 1 month ago | narrativemagazine.com | Mimi Kusch

    after Langston HughesI was lost when they let me outJust my welding gunLost when they let me outJust my welding gunSo I went down to the shipyardWhere it all beganOh they pay me wellI make a small fortuneYes they pay me wellI make a fortuneAnd every other FridayMeet the surgeonSee the sparks all crazyWhere I arc the hullYes the sparks all crazyWhere I arc the hullOne day I’m gonna turn this lightAgainst my skullRead on . . .

  • 1 month ago | narrativemagazine.com | Mimi Kusch

    I rode the top of my mother’s musclecar stretched out toward Montauk. I drovefast & dangerous. I ate daddy longlegs that summer. My teeth turned to inkpooling in the gums. Anyone could have written it. Dipped into me. Anyone did. But I wasn’t anyone.

  • 1 month ago | narrativemagazine.com | Mimi Kusch

    Neighbors, evicted, spin the bald tires of a pickup in the yard-mud, iffy load lidded with a futon. Then they’re gone, the lawn a not-lawn now and a box like a tiny hotel safe hangs from the doorknob. No one recalls being born or seems to long for what it was before memory finally gained purchase on the slick surface of a lot leased us by an agency too distant to drop a check, too anonymous to hold in a single idea. This is clear

  • 1 month ago | narrativemagazine.com | Mimi Kusch

    Share Facebook Threads Reddit Forward Print Copy link Your name is a sentence, the beautiful one has come. If my name were a sentenceit would beI make my own misery. Lady of two lands twohands two hearts. In this oneshe is kissingher daughter. In this one I amwonderingif some people are betterthan others. Better at tolerating each other. Already a reader? Sign In

  • 1 month ago | narrativemagazine.com | Mimi Kusch

    Share Facebook Threads Reddit Forward Print Copy link New Year’s Day, 2024after Ocean VuongBecause the stream’s awake             and it’s making the sound of a thingdoing the only thing it can. Because the glass Christmas balls             must come down             from the reaches of the silk floss tree,my head among planets. Already a reader? Sign In

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