While Your Husband Is Drinking in Dallas
by Anthony DiPietro

A belt, a pair of shoes, oil stain on the driveway— these can be incriminating. Someone drank mojito, danced merengue, he may think on Sunday— only we haven't. We just stand in the living room —not the arch but the middle—staring, and daring each other. You mention a documentary. Maps of brain waves music makes in the minds of all animals. … Continue Reading ››