Arbutus Don’t Bleed
If you open my heart I’ll tell you what God knows.
JAKE
The Goshawks
You think I’m joking about the goshawks, but I am deadly serious.
The Big Grid
I wish I had your life, the girl in Omaha wrote.
Ad Astra
“How do you spend your days?” I ask, not sure if I want to hear the answer.
A dream
thoughts are covered by old bed-sheets.
Fred and Mauve
They waste their lives this way, holding out for a fairy tale existence.
Suplex
Gran is very old and her bones are brittle, so her chest caves in. But she’s alive.