Echoes of Rusty Children
When the war comes, I do not hear it. There are no planes overhead; It is civil, I am later…
Kichi Sibi
If she’d been a regular girl like Janey, painting her nails whisper pink and talking with an affectation on the…
What’s Wrong With Sienna?
You can probably imagine a husband-not-baby say he’s hungry, and the woman-his-wife Sienna hurry and scurry, her hands and fingers…
The Scientist
Toodle-loo, Kangaroo The last known living slender crawfish died in a small pool (technically, a kitty litter box, but perfectly…
Raisin
I wake up to your moaning while releasing yourself in the bathroom without bothering to run the faucet or the…
What You Wouldn’t Do
Metaphors for a Tumor Like a spaceship was flying through a meteor shower in her boy’s skull. Knock knock, he’d…
They Would Have Told You
They would have told you not to go to that party. Bowls filled with candy and condoms. Tequila. Vodka. Rum.…
Forgiveness is a Seed
“An enslaved African woman, unable to prevent her children’s sale into slavery, placed some rice seeds in their hair so…
Raising Rabbits
After dinner, after you have wiped down her highchair, the tray, the peeling surface of the kitchen table, after you…
Burn It All Down
The cobweb-fine curtains blow in the wind, a storm gathers, the men work in the fields, the cat spits out…
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