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Mothersexpand_moreI was constantly being torn between belief and disbelief in his narrative.
What we know of love between species we learn from the bones.
Love isn’t the same as happiness. Some poet probably said that.
There are elephants in the hall looking for their mothers.
Lately it’s getting harder to say the true thing, to find solace in nature.
They’re are all begging to be fed. Changed. Read to. Desperate for milk.
“Why, Ma? I don’t understand. I just don’t want you to be alone.”
The surface of night is disrupted. Ripples cross the neighborhood.
Edward the Funny didn’t have much to laugh about in his midthirties.
“You see,” Sister Elba said, smiling, “you should never doubt him.”
I screamed every word and waited for the stones to answer back.
She stared back at me, a toddler almost hidden in the folds of her skirt.
Her songs, her records—I entered them. I jumped in and out of myself.
The signal’s too remote and there’s a delay before we can start again.
“Your mom is awake,” I said. “You need to go in and see her.”
Overnight, somebody had dumped a dead pit bull in the trash bin.
Janet Burroway
“Tell me that everything will be okay,” I whispered to the photo.
No one could prove it, but we were sure the neighbor shot the horse.
you always have something in store for me. bad news.
Clayton always imagined getting laid in the rooms of his dad’s motel.
you crawl into a hole & pull the hole in after you on judgment day even our mothers will flee from us.
She examines her left hand, finger by finger, gripping and pinching the flesh.
He hit all of us sometimes, but he hit me hardest and the most.
The moths were the things that invaded, like a bad man’s touch.
Ann Beattie in a wonderful reading of her story “Find and Replace."
There’s anger in the sound of a V-8 engine that puts me at ease.
You’d probably prefer to sneak back into me very still, swollen.
I know exactly what to do when Papa has a seizure in the middle of the night.
I’m alive, Sarah thinks, the slam of his look going all the way in.
