Emma Graham
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Illustrator and writer living in Portland, OR.
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Map of My Body
Cody. Cody said Kelly’s legs were fat; that’s why nobody had kissed her. Matthew chimed in from across the campfire to defend dream girl. Kelly dream girl was captain of the soccer team and had been nominated as royalty for every school dance since freshman year. She was muscular – Matthew discredited Cody’s answer, he had read muscular meant sexy these days. It should be noted, that Cody was seventeen years old and just now creeping his way up to my towering 5’8”; he too was muscular despite his elfish stature. But Cody had been fucking girls since he was fourteen – only the small ones. He had played on all the school sports teams starting the day he popped out of the womb and made ski movies in his free time. Cody was never smart nor did he ever see past his immediate assumptions, so I let him have his self-conscious idea of Kelly. Kelly was allowed to have stumpy legs because Matthew knew they were powerful.
By Emma Graham5 years ago in Humans
Magicians
Iridescent blue and inky black. The shield of feathers, Crow wears on its back, fractale into one another ; transfiguring the shape of the body. Watch the choreography on the cracking driveway ; the crow tweaking its head. See it waddle forward and bow in a dance. Pricking up dust with a toenail beat... I follow the jump-skip. I draw lines between Crow’s eyes and mine. Watching. Staring. Stopping.
By Emma Graham5 years ago in Petlife
