Mimi Kusch

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

Mar 10, 2025 | narrativemagazine.com | Mimi Kusch

You want to put your darkness in me. All of it. As if it always belonged to me. Ruthlessrattlesnake of a man. Riding shotgun downthe highway, not ashamed. What could possiblypossess you? To think an entire night could fitin me. Slip inside the black sky’s haunches and limbs. The patient stars with their glittery thighs. The forearms. Deep in the heart of Texas. I could ruin you. Spend an afternoon with my headon your chest. The wild-wild-west of you sleeping

Feb 17, 2025 | narrativemagazine.com | Mimi Kusch

Share Facebook Threads Reddit Forward Print Copy link Why say it? That turf’s been soTrodden. Dusty. If not novelReserve it for a thoughtTo oneself. Can you repeat the overstatedAnd have it meanSomethingFor the first time? What’s not the first timeIf each time is the first? Already a reader? Sign In

Jan 13, 2025 | narrativemagazine.com | Mimi Kusch

Share Facebook Threads Twitter Reddit Forward Print Copy link What can I say about how the snowis falling this morning, almost imperceptibly? I am a long way from the people I love. Distance, I’m discovering, is betterin the imagination, though my imaginationhas been weak lately, caught Already a reader? Sign In