Mothers
He wailed and she said, “Shhh,” out there, in the country, running with her jogger. Her baby usually liked those grand excursions: her running off…
Moths and blackbirds formed the front yard. The trees uprooted, clogged with ropes of smoke. Mother was out there somewhere. We’d been waiting for forever….
Your mother was an abandoned, half-naked mannequin on display in a peep show window. She said she was just pretending but I knew she was…