Inventory #474: Pink liquid lipstick

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REGARDING IMAGE AS LEGEND

I made up my story the way you made up your face. One of us went down in history.

Inventory #473: Saturn by Simon Jacobs

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REGARDING PRODUCTION

Above her crib: a mobile of the planets, and he stood behind it, staring down at the legends we create

—Simon Jacobs

Inventory #471: Digital camera

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REGARDING LASTING IMPRESSIONS

I want to know a place so well that I could give tours. The last time I guided something I was at the bottom of a pool motioning someone to swim to me. Chlorine-eyed and slick with youth, I did not need to be rescued, but I liked feeling a larger animal lifting me up. 

Inventory #470: Two claw hair clips

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REGARDING FIRST IMPRESSIONS

It is rare for one person to maintain their initial appeal, the untainted idea you had upon first glance. Can a person be an idea? Yes, if you do not love them enough. In concept, I liked the silhouettes that looked familiar to me at first. In concept, I married them.

Inventory #468: How to Disappear Completely by Kelsey Osgood

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REGARDING ONE PLACE

I passed you a note under the stall that said I told you we wouldn’t get caught and we sat cross-legged on top of toilet seats in silence. Across the school, pens found their ways to our names—the first proof of our absence, often the only indication. We liked feeling unaccounted for.

Inventory #467: Lace bodysuit

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REGARDING DISAPPEARING

The life story gets told by whoever writes it down, the cow singlehandedly warms the earth, the curator counts his accolades before going to bed. You can get credit for all kinds of things. A magician once sawed me in half and the audience applauded me for lying in one place. 

Inventory #465: Purple travel hairbrush

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REGARDING THE CORRECT FEELING

The heat drove us out of my living room and onto the dark streets, my friend and I drunk and laughing, carrying sharp nail files in our hands like knives. A useless weapon is at least a weapon, we were at least aware of danger as a concept. We sharpened our metal claws on anyone that approached us, our points were dull, we were getting desperate.

Inventory #464: Black Warrior Review Issue 40.2

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REGARDING DRESSING FOR THE OCCASION

I put on the nightmare hands. I pretend myself back to life. I put on the correct suit and feel the correct feeling. 

—C Dylan Basset

Inventory #463: Autobiography of Red by Anne Carson

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REGARDING ARTIFACTS

A man moves through time. It means nothing except that, like a harpoon, once thrown he will arrive.

—Anne Carson

Inventory #462: Packing folder

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REGARDING THE BIG PICTURE

No one asked me if I could live with a rectangular hole in the wall. No one bothered filling it in. The president made another painting. Good for him.

Inventory #461: Black strapless bodysuit

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REGARDING LIGHTS OUT

I rearranged my room to look like the mirror image of my room. This was an effort to please one electrician who left a pile of dust on my bed. Does the electrician know he is a metaphor wherever he goes, that he can convince me of anything? When a man says something with authority, it is a declaration, and he declared I will not cut a hole in this wall because