Micrograffiti: Yurt-erus by Jill Meyers


Yurt-erus by Jill Meyers

Our concentration is going and soon, who knows, it might be gone altogether. We are already becoming different people than we were then. Our brains reorganize themselves.

We had been filling up ashtrays, telling Madame Curie jokes, Googling “double rainbows” on our phones. It was an 80-degree night at the end of August. We’d chased the last of the beer with limes and were drifting through the yard when the brisk, efficient sound of Allie’s leg brought everyone back.

Donnie and Abigail were in the yurt-erus, and they’d let the lantern go dark. We all knew what that meant, even Allie, who was executing really top-notch flips on the trampoline. The yurt-erus flaps were painted to look like labia. When you came out of there, you were reborn—anywhere along the gender spectrum. John had painted that, too: tongues of fire spilling out of a goddess’ mouth.

A crisp snap, like someone popping a clean sheet off a clothesline. The wind knocked out of her for a second, sure. Then a slurp of breath. Joaquin took a picture of her fibula. Someone said we should call an ambulance.

Donnie pushed the flaps aside and called out, “I’m Donna Reed!”


Jill Meyers has lived in consensus-based, vegetarian coops in Northern California. If provoked, she will break your fibula.


Micrograffiti is a project edited by Stacey Swann. The writers were asked to respond with fiction to Ben Walters’ photographs of the South London graffiti tunnel. Click here to read more >>


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