Then I’m lying in my bed and for a moment, I think about what it would be like to rip myself up into tiny pieces and mail those pieces to everyone who has ever dismissed me. I’d mail bits of my chapped fingers to the judges of writing contests, fragments of my heart to old boyfriends, chunks of raw heel skin and dabs of sweat and maybe even some portions of my self-worth to all the places I had interviewed.This way I’d be everywhere I’d always wanted to be, and also everywhere but here Unemployment Stories, Vol. 13: ‘I Don’t Know How People Can Do It’

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