He calls me Babe, always a nice treat, to be someone’s something. When I, confused by the familiar romantic nature of the word, ask him why he applies this honorific, he deadpans “because you are one, a Babe.”
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When a Boy Loses His Dog
My mother tells me not to lose the dog. When I tell him Molly is lost, Edward hustles me along like older boys do, into the forest, past the park on the edge of our block. A summer morning sun lets loose oppressive humidity that edges my brow with sweat. We bounce up and overContinue reading “When a Boy Loses His Dog”
Follow Me Into The Forest
Maria keeps her birth control pills in a plastic bag under the third step of their porch, where some brush covers it for her. The spiral packages remain clean, while the plastic bag muddies after a week or two from torrents of rain and wind. Maria concocted this system soon after she and her wifeContinue reading “Follow Me Into The Forest”
LoFi-Aurora 