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A Neanderthal Considers Her Regrets

By Chrys Tobey

When I was twenty, I should’ve slowed down, should’ve realized
I was having a midlife crisis, but instead I was busy running

from a bear and chasing deer. I should’ve scraped clearer words
in clearer caves for others to find. Maybe they’ll never find any of this.

Maybe you’ll never find any of this, and this shit show, this life
of mud and ice and wind is for nothing. My heart has been a pile Continue reading

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My Mother was Neptune

by Chrys Tobey

I’m not sure if she was always a planet
far off in our solar system, farthest from the sun,
made of ice and rock – or if it happened the year
I was born, the year the great blizzard swept through.
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