Back Yard Dirty at Midnight Mary Elizabeth Parker
Cold pink cloud drifts above, eyelet-laced at the edges, flattens, an amoeba spewing pink. Slouched in a plastic chair slicked with ice, I sit in sweet urine worm water root stink watching the roused dirty fur of my dog (alert to what?) scratching at the crawl-space door. I’m thrilled (peering back at my husband peering … Continue reading Back Yard Dirty at Midnight