What It Means to Love You With your sharp cheeks and sharp hips I should have recognized your weapons. When you first hugged me, I should have felt the sharpness through my softening flesh. The way they dented me almost permanently. I thought I should watch out for you when I finally felt the stabbing pain, but then you surprised me, and like any fool I hugged you again and again until I was a pockmark a colander a sieve with nothing of note left over with every part of me drained. ![]() Bio: Tiffany Jimenez is from the San Francisco Bay Area. She earned her BA in Creative Writing from UC Santa Cruz, and her MFA from Saint Mary's College of California. Her most recent work has appeared in Hobart, Anomaly Literature Journal, and Door Is a Jar Magazine. Other than being an ardent supporter of the imagination and the art of storytelling, she writes a lot, laughs a lot, startles easily, and loves potatoes. Comments are closed.
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