Mom flosses me every night with my limbs starfished across the kitchen counter and my head hanging off the edge. She kneels over me with a spool of minted thread and works the string between my teeth. She says nothing...
Flossing
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Anita Lo
Anita Lo grew up in the Pacific Northwest and now works in New York City. Her writing appears or is forthcoming in the Vestal Review, Fractured Lit, and AAWW's The Margins.
In Which Sophie and I Clear a Forest
The crab apples had disappeared from Sophie’s grove across the street last week, but I didn't notice until Sophie got lice. They were easy to spot because she pulled her braids so tight, scalp bright and taut in the...