The Distant Garden
The form was three pages long. It was titled “Petition for Permanent Tenure, Section 4, Subsection C.” You held it in your left hand. Your right hand was dirty. There was ink under your fingernails. Black ink. It had been there for days. You had tried to scrub it off in the bathroom sink. The water ran brown. Then it ran clear. The ink stayed. You looked at the form. Your name was typed at the...
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