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Art by KJ Hannah Greenberg 2021

The Rebound


By Kathleen Bryson



I miss you so much, it hurts. Last night I dreamed of pork shoulder cooked so long in wine and orange juice, the rendered fat did caramelize. I cooked for ten whole days.

Last night I dreamed of running alongside a canal with gentle sharks and the wheat chaffs were blowing towards me, away. I miss you so much, my fingertips are glassy with hurt; perhaps I burnt them yesterday and did not notice. I have been bleeding from scratches on my feet and arms and only finding out afterwards. This is a record to the light that I miss you so much. I miss you so much, I have to buy carbonated water so my throat feels alive.

I have forgotten who it is I miss. Is it you or is it her? I miss her sweetness, the time-shined amity in the years with her, her great-aunt's wooden spoon worn down to a knub after stirring schnitzel since her girlhood of 1916. I miss her so much. Last night I dreamed her cunt was in my mouth. The dream was thoughtful, amnesiac where it needed to be, about how it crumbled.

It never happened.

It will never happen.

I miss you so much. I think of you defiant, pliant, your face golden with narcissism and desire and humor and stubble, your curls corkscrewing my blood-pumping heart, milked out despite itself to fill glass bottles full of serum and crush, yet even this last night March and morning is fading from pornographic history.


I saw the white flags go up and the ships come in. I dreamed she and I rode a bus with a jumble-sale within. She came prepared with a pale bin-liner and I struggled to begin. We rendezvoused at the bus-stop. I stood her up for 30 min. She was ready to walk when I showed up. Her face was cold; I thought, she hasn't changed since the breakup; she hasn't changed. Not since the breakup. She hasn't changed. A few hours ago, I dreamed this.

The last hour I dreamed I saw you in a street parade. I didn't talk to you; the time was not yet right. I didn't dream of her before I woke right up; I dreamed of you.

I miss you so much, the spit in my mouth has the taste of hard citrus candy.



Alaskan-born Kathleen Bryson received her PhD in Evolutionary Anthropology from University College London. She studies prejudice/empathy in humans and other great apes and is currently a postdoctoral researcher at Oxford University. She is also a published author of over 100 fiction pieces, including 3 novels of literary fiction. The most recent novel is The Stagtress, published by Fugue State Press (2019). An artist-writer-filmmaker for many years, she has had 10 solo art exhibitions, amongst them “Once Upon a Spacetime” at the Royal Institution in 2019. She has just completed her second directed feature film, Baked Alaska, for which she wrote the screenplay and performs.

KJ Hannah Greenberg captures the world in words and images. Her most recent poetry collection is Rudiments (Seashell Books, 2020), her most recent essay collection is Simple Gratitudes (Propertius Press, 2020), her most recent short story collection is Demurral: Linens, and Towel and Fears (Bards& Sages Publishing, 2020), and her most recent photography collection is 20/20, Eye on Israel (Camel Saloon, 2015).

In Association with Black Petals & Fossil Publications 2021