A while ago, someone sent me a link to SMITH magazine’s six-word memoir project and I fired off my six words on a lark.
I got a mass email from them last night and it turns out my submission will be in their book. But I have absolutely no idea what I wrote. I can’t remember. Hopefully, it’s not embarrassing. And if it is, well, at least it’s only six words worth of embarrassing.
Update: “Pop split; I write him in.”
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But 6 words are a lot. My guess is that it’s one of the below:
“I stabbed and then raped him.”
Or
“I sometimes want to bomb buildings”
Or
“I still pee in my bed”
Or
“I have a serious foot fetish”
Stood Outside. Too Afraid to Enter.
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