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Polish Flint

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By Patricia Lockwood
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The perfect ring I had married myself with (Of Polish flint) was pried apart as I fell. In slow motion, it seemed, surrounded By tourists, with enough time to think Of everything: the sun, the river Where dolphins swim, and under us the slick Trolley rail and the loose patch of historical Cobbles. We shattered a vape cartridge As we skidded, that makes it modern, The smell of bubblegum or cotton candy arose Like blood.
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Bicycle Built for Two

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By Patricia Lockwood
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On the real azalea path we rode. I can tell you what it was like, I was a celebrity: Babies waved and dachshunds barked, I had nothing to do but be carried along; The colors were peaking, peaking. Foaming over their own heads like seltzer. I knew in which order they bloomed, even: The dark welling wine ones were last. It was Ash Wednesday and no one was dirty. It was Holy Thursday and no one had halos. My niece was in town with her boyfriend.
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Patricia Lockwood

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By Patricia Lockwood
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Recently​ I had an opportunity to check in on the state of American Catholicism. The occasion was a tradcath wedding in St Louis, greyscale city of my teenage years, and the last place I truly believed in demons. I left in 1999, just before my senior year of high school. My friends would celebrate the turn of the millennium without me, but in escaping I also narrowly missed a more tailor-made end of the world. Usually I try to spot a priest at the airport.
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