That paperweight breaks my heart, because I identify with it—I feel like a blue flower immobilized in heavy glass.
Now we’ll grow gills, the small child says. We feel for our earlobes and pull them into new shapes.
This island is not what a typical person would think when you say Island for this island is man-made in its entirety.
I welcome God to test me. Unlike Abraham, I’d turn the blade against him just for asking, for second-guessing my faith.
The brothers generate sound, but the rest of the landscape is silent—silent and cold, sixteen degrees when they left Dan’s truck at eleven.
She ends the story, always, exactly the same way. “That was one of the great conversations of my life.”
There’s a different me out there who never met you. There’s a different you who left me at the altar and joined a cult.
Nostalgia is like sweet poison, in a way.
There is no loneliness like theirs.
“The thing is, nothing lasts like they say it will. Believe me. Your hamburgers, your chicken breasts, your pork chops – all the animals – they go gray even when you double-wrap.”