No one was surprised that I won. I was the prettiest girl in our little oil town and my daddy could afford to take me to get my highlights done in the city. I knew the natural order of things. Momma always kept her…
A hemorrhage of maple trees blots the horizon. Everywhere, sunlight sweet-talks the edges of things: the purple wheels of aster, a gutted shopping cart. You embrace her in the covered bridge. Underneath, a river charts history sluicing boulder and bank, airless pebbles, a honeyed…
You latch on hard, quick, for your nightly feeding. P tries to distract me while he brushes his teeth. Pokes fun at my dramatics. “Finally putting that theatre degree to use,” he says as he creases the rags used to mop up my leaking…
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