A story by faculty member Caitlin Horrocks appears at The Kenyon Review:
Ed. Note: Fiction Editor Caitlin Horrocks wrote the following story for the “New Voices at the Kenyon Review” panel presented at AWP last month. The story is composed entirely of lines from published or soon-to-be-published KR pieces.
Even before she said anything, I knew she wasn’t my actual mother. She had her bags out the door by morning, monumental in the sun. I was more dead than alive, she explained. They had no choice but to send me home. Her mouth fit like a clasp, and was as small as the rest of her. Her fake blue contacts held and twisted light like gemstones. Who is to say we must see all of a woman to acknowledge her as whole? Who is to say we should look away?
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