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    The Properties of Gold

    written by Kristen Koester-Smith

    As a health tonic,

    My grandfather ate

    Gold.

    Atomic Number:

    AU,

    Is what he said to my her,

    As she walked by in her server’s cocktail dress.

    Metallic,

    Like the sheen of his slick black hair and her long red nails.

    Density:

    19.3 g/cm^3 at celsius

    20,

    Is how old she was when they met.

    Vanderwaals radius:

    .

    1

    Year later,

    44,

    He’d be. And dead.

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    28.

    by Kristen Koester-Smith February 11, 2019

    I will remember 28. I’ll remember that he delayed his trip to spend the week of my birthday with me…

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    I’m Always Leaving

    by Kristen Koester-Smith November 5, 2018

    Or at least that what’s it feels like. 2 years here, 2 years there, repeat. It seems like saying goodbye…

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    Phases of the Moon

    by Kristen Koester-Smith March 30, 2018

    28 days old and she’s whole. She appears. Full. Magical. Dressed in satin black and diamonds. The others are star…

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    A Different Type of Starving Artist

    by Kristen Koester-Smith January 9, 2018

    I used to say I write to bleed the pain out of me, which, albeit angst-y, was true and certainly…

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    Abby

    by Kristen Koester-Smith September 20, 2017

    I feel her bones in my bones. She’s always been there. I was born with the knowing. Her story has…

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    The Rat.

    by Kristen Koester-Smith May 5, 2017

    Part 1: The Bleed That rat-tat-tatting in her head. The melancholy won’t leave her alone. No matter what she does to…

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    Here.

    by Kristen Koester-Smith April 19, 2017

    I have this thing Where sometimes I’m fine Sometimes I know my path and I know what’s good for me.…

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    Exorcism

    by Kristen Koester-Smith March 23, 2017

    I pulled you from the depths of me. My mouth opened wide and groans of love pain love pain Came…

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    On Losing Weight

    by Kristen Koester-Smith November 14, 2016

    I used to be fat. I used to be disgusting. I used to have so much cellulite it actually hurt to see myself in swimsuits.I used to have a muffin top so big my jeans would leave a crease on my skin for hours after I took them off.I used to have thighs thick it was hard to even fathom they were mine. I had this sick desire to get rid of my legs all together—if only I could just rip them off.

    The self-loathing was so rich that I used to dig my nails into those soft, cellulite-y thighs and scratch as deep as I could. I would bare my teeth and look in the mirror and scream (under my breath so my parents/roommates/people in the dressing room next to me wouldn’t hear), “You fat fuck. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.”

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About Me

About Me

Hi, I'm Kristen

I write stories, essays, and poems. Sometimes I perform. Sometimes I have conversations with interesting people. I share what I learn because I believe there's no healing in hiding, our lesson's are not our own, and we are all one.

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