She’s afraid of spiders, bees, all things attracted to her skin. Soon her running will unpin her chocolate hair where the buzz of a
You watch the dogs out the window playing, the daughter hanging from her mother’s ruff, the bitch pinning her to the swelling ground to
She’s digging a hole in the front yard, scarf folded tight to her head, a four-year-old babushka practicing paleontology. The damage done to the