Cover Photo: A photo of a woman in total darkness, her face bathed with neon light.
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Living with the Dead in Placentia, CA

Oftentimes, the dead leave town. Olga thinks the dead leave because they find there is no place for them.

Olga had been on the waitlist for three years, and a resident for one year, when her dead husband showed up at her door. His chin was tucked to his chest. Was it nerves? Stringy hair ran thin at his crown. Nobody washed him? An oxygen tank hugged doglike to his leg, wheeled on a little chrome dolly, air tubes tethering to his nostril.

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Olga’s husband used to hit her sometimes, and she couldn’t talk about it.

It looked like him, like he did right before he died. And then it undid: it puddled on the floor, splashing her shoe.

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Amanda Kallis is a writer from Los Angeles living in Providence, RI. A graduate of the Iowa Writers' Workshop, her writing appears in the Black Warrior Review (2018 nonfiction contest winner), McSweeney's Internet Tendency, the Cincinnati Review, and elsewhere. Currently she's working on a speculative novel.

Here she is hugging a robot.

Twitter: @amandaleekallis / amandakallis.com