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Chapters (102)
  1. Cover
  2. PRAISE FOR
  3. Dedication
  4. ONE
  5. TWO GROUPS
  6. FACTS
  7. WORK
  8. A SYLLABUS
  9. ANOTHER SYLLABUS
  10. SUBSTITUTIONS
  11. MORE SUBSTITUTIONS
  12. TRIANGULATION
  13. TAXONOMIES
  14. THE SEASONS CHANGE
  15. TWO
  16. THE NEWS REPORTS
  17. RESEARCH
  18. THE NEWS REPORTS
  19. TWO LETTERS
  20. A DIAGRAM
  21. A COPIED PARAGRAPH
  22. THE REARRANGING UNIVERSE
  23. WHO WE ARE
  24. THE UNNAMED ELEMENTS
  25. POSES
  26. THE NEWS REPORTS
  27. CASTING
  28. AN INSTABILITY
  29. A FANTASY
  30. PEAK / END
  31. WOUNDS
  32. THE NEWS REPORTS
  33. FLUCTUATIONS
  34. HEAT
  35. QUESTIONS FOR A CLERK
  36. THE NEWS REPORTS
  37. THE ACTUAL NEWS
  38. GASLIGHTS
  39. THREE
  40. THE NEWS REPORTS (STRANDED PEOPLE SPREADSHEET)
  41. NAMES
  42. POSTCARD FROM S #1
  43. THE NEWS REPORTS (LIVEBLOG)
  44. POSTCARD FROM S #2
  45. THE NEWS REPORTS (FEED)
  46. POSTCARD FROM S #3
  47. RESPONSE
  48. WHAT WE WEREN’T DOING
  49. THE NEWS REPORTS
  50. THE MIDDLE PERIOD
  51. FOUR
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  57. THE NEWS REPORTS
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  59. A LONG NIGHT
  60. FIRST FIGURE
  61. SECOND FIGURE
  62. THIRD FIGURE
  63. FOURTH FIGURE
  64. FIFTH FIGURE
  65. SIXTH FIGURE
  66. SEVENTH FIGURE
  67. EIGHTH FIGURE
  68. NINTH FIGURE
  69. TENTH FIGURE
  70. ELEVENTH, TWELFTH, AND THIRTEENTH FIGURES
  71. FOURTEENTH FIGURE
  72. FIFTEENTH FIGURE
  73. SIXTEENTH FIGURE
  74. SEVENTEENTH FIGURE
  75. THE FIELD
  76. FIVE
  77. AN ORIENTATION
  78. ANOTHER ORIENTATION
  79. A DRIVE
  80. ASPECTS OF QUESTIONING
  81. SIGNS
  82. THE ENTIRE WORLD REVOLVES IN YOUR MIND
  83. SELF-REPAIR CAGE
  84. COFFEE
  85. FIGURE EIGHTEEN
  86. WAITING
  87. QUESTIONS TO LEARN MORE ABOUT UNDERLYING ISSUES
  88. FIGURE NINETEEN
  89. THE NEIGHBORING TOWN
  90. TWO GROUPS INTRODUCING THEMSELVES
  91. E BRIEFLY COMMANDEERS THE NARRATIVE
  92. THE INTRODUCTIONS CONTINUED
  93. WHAT IS AND ISN’T PREDICTABLE
  94. PABLO SENDS A POSTCARD
  95. MARINA TAKES A BREAK
  96. THE NEWS REPORTS
  97. LOSSES
  98. AUTOECIOUS END-STOPPED TANKA
  99. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  100. FUNDER ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  101. THE PUBLISHER’S CIRCLE OF COFFEE HOUSE PRESS
  102. About the Author

The trailer had been added on to over the years, always illegally and only semicompetently (mostly by the sisters themselves), with one new “wing” appended to the side and another “master suite” off the back; at some point the whole collage, with its uneven ceiling height and incoherent window placement, had been covered in a skin of vinyl siding so that, from the outside, it looked almost convincingly like an actual house—a single wide with a generic addition, like many of the other houses on the steep, semipaved, sparsely populated road. The one thing that distinguished E’s house from the others was its front door, which was the original 1960’s trailer door: narrow; red-and-white metal; with wide, movable horizontal slats stacked from top to bottom—an original, hard-to-replace jalousie door, she’d been told by the twins.

“Cool door,” S said as E finally straightened up to stand.

As E stood, she kept her head pointed down to the floor, cheap parquet laid on top of some toxic subfloor she preferred not to wonder about. This wasn’t voluntary—she felt as if someone very heavy, some giant, were pressing down on the nape of her neck, tilting her head forward like a hairdresser who doesn’t know their own strength. As she stood, she could feel the approach of S’s face; meanwhile, Splice wedged its head between E’s legs, just above the knees.

S was still, they both were silent.

E realized she’d closed her eyes and now she opened them, stared down at Splice’s chaotic mane, positioned between her blue-jeaned legs and S’s corduroyed ones. She lifted her eyes without shifting the position of her head: a torso behind a T-shirt behind an open, worn-out wool coat. Lifting her hands to touch it was like lifting her feet from the mud in the dream she’d had (old house, mossy pool), which now came to mind with such disorienting force she got lightheaded and nearly fell.

She placed her hands on S’s ribs, both palms flat against the T-shirt, edging under the musty coat. By the time she looked up, it wouldn’t have mattered what she saw.

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