Ackerman traced the fiber optic cable leading from the control unit under the customized sofa-lounger to the I/O port in the side of Mrs. Frimmel’s skull.
The tree has no choice but to have its heart
exposed as I coax my mother to sleep.
You can start anywhere, with anything.
The tap of your fingerprint on an
unsuspecting ant. The release of a rope
First, you must experience an early trauma. It can be as dramatic as a kidnapping, a house fire, or abuse from a trusted adult or something as simple as being an only child to
People were huddled in their offices, whispering. They glanced up with intense faces, returned to private conversation.
This is it, I knew. It’s happening today
I was the new girl at Coltrane’s. I’d come down from Jersey for my grandfather’s stupid-ass wedding and couldn’t figure a reason to go back—Mom gone, my brothers all married and cheating, just like every guy I’d been involved with.
I blame chance, that reprobate,
for my slide and spin and slow-motion
carom across both lanes.
The fig tree has fallen in love with the place in the yard
that separates neighbor from neighbor. I didn’t ask permission
find a recipe, one that calls for
flour, salt, wounds, and
The problem is that
I can’t tell him what
I think about the fact
that he died.