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Stryofoam memories

Jennifer Kite-Powell
2 min readJan 29

I found some memories of me on an old styrofoam cup.

I forgot I kept that cup.

It had perfectly sized bite marks all the way around the rim, petrified over time by the benzene and styrene oozing into the dimples as I had chewed around its perimeter.

It had a faint blue line circling the cup under my hardened bite, making a forensic crime scene for the perfect crime I can’t…