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I am the drying meadow; you the unspoken apology; he is the fluctuating distance between mother and son.

Aimee Bender

We’re all getting too smart. Our brains are just getting bigger and bigger, and the world dries up and dies when there’s too much thought and not enough heart.
AIMEE BENDER

Bigger Brain Dry Heart Smart Up World
Many kids, it seemed, would find out that their parents were flawed, messed-up people later in life, and I didn’t appreciate getting to know it all so strong and early.
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Appreciate Flaw Kid Later Life Mess Parent Seem Strong
Kissing George was a little like rolling in caramel after spending years surviving off rice sticks.
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Kiss People Rice Rolling Stick Survive Year
This is why everyone who eats a Whopper leaves a little more depressed than they were when they came in. Nobody cooked that burger.
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Burger Cook Depress Eat Everyone Leave Little More Nobody
I could feel the tears beginning to collect in my throat again, but I pushed them apart, away from each other. Tears are only a threat in groups.
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Again Away Beginning Each Groups Other Tear Throat
and I get refill number three or four and the wine is making my bones loose and it’s giving my hair a red sheen and my breasts are blooming and my eyes feel sultry and wise and the dress is water.
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Bone Eye Four Giving Hair Lose Number Wine Wise
But what I kept wondering about is this: that first second when she felt her skirt burning, what did she think?
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Believe Burning Kept Passion Second Skirt Think Thinking Wonder
I peeled the skin off a grape in slippery little triangles, and I understood then that I would be undressing every item of food I could because my clothes would be staying on.
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Clothes Dating Grape Item Peel Skin Slippery Stay Triangle Understood Undressing
The writing I tend to think of as ‘good’ is good because it’s mysterious.
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Good Mysterious Tent Thinking Writing
Before she knew it was candles, did she think she’d done it herself? With the amazing turns of her hips.
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Amazing Candle Done Herself Hip Knew She Think Turn
The stories themselves haunt, they stick around, they linger, inhabiting a little corner of the reader’s brain and resurfacing to evoke mystery or sadness or longing.
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Around Brain Corner Evoke Inhabiting Mystery Reader Resurfacing Sad Stick Story
That she might not actually know us seemed the humblest thing a mother could admit.
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Actually Admit Humble might Mother Seem She
It seems the best work I do is when I am really allowing the unconscious to rule the page and then later I can go back and hack around and make sense of things.
AIMEE BENDER

Allow Back Best Later Page Seem Unconscious Work Writing
The most so far, because she found the saddest thing of all to be the simple truth of her capacity to move on.
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All Capacity Found Fra Most Move Sad Simple Thing Truth
I am not happy, help me — like a message in a bottle sent in each meal to the eater, and I got it. I got the message.
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Bottle Eater Esch Happy Help Meal Message Sent
That’s the thing with handmade items. They still have the person’s mark on them, and when you hold them, you feel less alone.
AIMEE BENDER

Burger Feel Handmade Hold Item Little Person

I am the drying meadow; you the unspoken apology; he is the fluctuating distance between mother and son.

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