I bought one bagel to share. It is still warm in the paper bag.
“Why is everything so fucking dark lately? What happened to happily ever after?”
Hot wet tears run down my cheeks and under my collar.
On Wednesday, I watched her steal a daylily from my garden.
Dante likes to tell stories.
I waited in line at the grocery store and stared at the tabloid magazines.
By the time Mariel arrives at the water’s edge, the sun’s hanging low.