Life on the Ledge
Mad in America
AUGUST 16, 2024
I ’m sitting on the floor of my ex-boyfriend’s spare room, rummaging through my forsaken knick-knacks, when a vintage toy poodle emerges. Her faded velvet body feels soft and clean, the black boucle loops of fur on her head and paws are rough and scratchy. Instead, I find him sitting rigid on the couch, his eyes glued to the TV, nothing unusual.
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