Flunking the Bechtel test,she is talking, again, about her husband.Who, when awake, seemspreoccupied by the heightof the grass in his lawn.Or baseball.My neighbor wonders aloud ifAOC is going to ruin this countrybefore or after she becomesthe first woman president.She’s a …
“Parts is parts,”one chicken killer says to the other,an inside jokeand his face folds up in a smile.These guys are never allowedto work the counterin their slimy apronsand unspeakable boots.One sees me and waves a drumstick,it’s still got a foot …
Baba Yaga’s sister was a loose tooth. Jagged branches tore at her gown when she danced, the fallen leaves swirled and spun around her. She liked the feel of a thorn’s scratch, the heat and shiver. Sap rose and old …