{"id":20886,"date":"2018-09-30t00:00:00","date_gmt":"2018-09-30t04:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"\/\/www.k12fl.com\/?p=20886"},"modified":"2019-10-11t06:51:45","modified_gmt":"2019-10-11t10:51:45","slug":"abortion-story-4883","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"\/\/www.k12fl.com\/abortion-stories\/abortion-story-4883\/","title":{"rendered":"alexis lim, self-portrait"},"content":{"rendered":"
artifacts<\/span> it covered a queen mattress (acquired through her trawlings on craigslist, driven from chelsea on the roof of her kindof boyfriend\u2019s car, with m and i holding down the tarp). it laid on the floor of our newly flipped apartment, wood so old and sloped, it would drift like a raft in the night, away from the wall, into the middle of the room.<\/p>\n an artifact, like all the little receipts and chits and slips of paper i saved in envelopes stuffed between overlapping stories growing dusty between summons to housing court and bank statements, notes to myself and notes gleaned from the trash, transferred between repurposed shipping boxes and homes, these transactional slips like resin, age turning their edges amber, papering over what i knew i wouldnt want to forget.\u201d<\/p>\n
\n“i think i got pregnant on this bed spread taken from the curb outside an anthropologie in soho, already one of the last times i would hang out with c before her death three years later.<\/p>\n