issue 4
“The woman was a catastrophe,” Carlos told me at the time. “But she was as honest as my face is ugly.”
You’re joking, I say, interrupting the steady bumping of the doctor’s bushy white mustache.
I would always rather be happy than
dignified. Rather held than held
in awe.
we drove on through
the blue seal of morning as the turbines
turned and winked out their hearts
You’ve been dreading this day since the moment you found out you were pregnant—perhaps even before.
The two of us toast to a man we both love, to whatever degree, clink our glasses and laugh…
I know you shouldn’t keep wild animals as pets, but I’ve had the same spider in my bathroom sink for over two weeks.
I have an axe
with hearts gashed
He has stories that I am not in
anymore. It’s healed this way.
A man with a fistful of showbags said, “That cow sounds like a person trying to sound like a cow.”
To be encased, Clint had always thought, was foolishness. Why allow yourself to be open to such sorrow?
