The Tenant
Don’t be childish, little bright thing. I can make this so much worse.
Intimacy
Self
The handwriting was not hers.
Late Night Snack
There’s always a jar you shake too hard with people like you.
The Truest Thing
The bride and groom won’t be needing it.
Load-bearing
I choose them both.
Perfect Morning
The back door sticks on humid mornings.
Briefly and Completely Mine
I log none of this. That is new.
Filed Under
The lair smelled like solder and bad decisions.
Still Light
The morning started with Donnie eating toast over the sink the way he always did
Thorn Apple
Ruthanne stopped apologizing years ago.
The Phone
I can make it ring.
The Final Meal
The room is cold. A hospital cold that lives in the walls.