The dog knew first. She would sleep by the spot for hours on end. After a few days, we would start to smell it, too. A sickly sweet musk. Thick. Unrelenting. My mother quickly learned that air freshener only made it worse. We all lost weight that summer except for my sister, who stopped eating at home the day she got her license. She doesn’t […]
for J.P. Get out of bed and find the good scissors. The yellow ones. Go out to the porch. Take down all of the wind- chimes. Dismember them. Go back inside. Open the closets. Bring out all the jackets and shoes. Tie up every lace and string until there are only perfect bows. Put it all away and pry open the pendulum clock. Remove the weights. They’ll make good bookends. […]
Melancholy Hyperbole 