Writer R. Cross stands at the center of the photo. Her long hair, varying from light green to pale pink, covered her face and most of her torso.
R. Cross

Assistant Editor Toni Judnitch: In this twist on a creation myth, R. Cross’s “A Young Woman Made Up of Dirt” explores self-definition and womanhood through the speaker’s musings on her formation and destruction. The manipulation of tense and clipped lines imbues this story with questions of being, presenting a woman who seeks meaning and control of her own destiny through her own seemingly inevitable (and paradoxical) unmaking.


A Young Woman Made Up of Dirt

My body is made of unbaked clay, my chromosomes expressing such that I am a young woman made up of dirt. Nowhere in me is blood or an organ, just silt that can be reshaped if you add moisture to my limbs and give them a squeeze.

When it rains, I drip.

When it’s warm, my joints stiffen.

If I want to commit suicide, the quick way is to walk into a body of water and let myself disintegrate into the still floor of a pond or become particles a river carries.

No man loves me.

No man will ever love me.

My father was a garbage heap.

My mother: the hands of God sifting for a cocreator amid a pile of discarded things.

Every day I pinch off another piece of myself and toss it. Eventually I’ll be just one hand struggling to reach more of itself to tear more pieces off and I will have to seek help to finish the job.

And once I’ve finally done it, once I’m just pieces scattered, it will feel like freedom or annihilation; it will be my shining moment or no moment at all.

My mother will walk the earth, cupping dirt in her hands, looking for her baby in it, wondering where I went, the pieces I tore off and threw as the ground returning to myself.


R. Cross is a writer from the Midwest. She received her MFA from the University of Michigan’s Helen Zell Writers’ Program, where she was also awarded a Zell Fellowship. Her prose has been featured in Glimmer Train, SmokeLong Quarterly, McSweeney’s Internet Tendency, Day One, Fugue, and elsewhere. She won first prize in Glimmer Train’s September/October 2018 Short Story Award for New Writers. You can find her online at rcross.net.


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