[Non-fiction] Reasons why I am no longer friends with my childhood best friend

Because calling someone a terrible friend, threatening to end your friendship, listing the years-long grudges you held against them but remained silent on for “their” sake, and then saying you don’t believe in them, is somehow supposed to motivate them into being a better, happier person – especially after they sacrificed sleep, traveled through snow, and showed up at your door with a gift. No, they can’t possibly have more pressing problems in life that makes them subdued. They must really want to make you feel uncomfortable. It’s always about you, after all.

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Last Words to a User

I don’t wish you well
because you’ve erased
the memory
of what you’ve done to me
disavowed every hurtful word
action and inaction

And now you want to be told
I still have my nose in the gravel
so you can lord it over
and thank god
you aren’t so pitiful

But I know soon
the loved ones who prop you up
will break under your burden
as I did

So don’t ask me to smile for you
when you never did the same for me

[Fiction] Arctic Full Circle

Arctic

Grandmother in the old country never had an orange, for where she lived it was cold ten months out of the year. She knew the taste of seal blubber and could read the hooves of caribou, calculate the freshness of their crossing by turning her face into the wind; for they carried a musty scent and brought old ice with them. But she had never had an orange. It was her daughter who grew up with oranges, peaches and apples, flown or shipped from places more southern than she ever had traveled, tinned in dripping sauce or dried to crisps. And it was her granddaughter in Florida, who picked tangerines fresh from a veil of leaves, but who never knew the thunder of caribou’s hooves as they pierced the white, white snow.