Fear zippers Dan’s mouth when I ask about his son. It’s the sleeping, waiting. In bed, I wrap my body around his, bring him into me, silent.
Laura Whitney’s fiction is in Annalemma, Word Riot, Storyglossia, and other journals.
Fear zippers Dan’s mouth when I ask about his son. It’s the sleeping, waiting. In bed, I wrap my body around his, bring him into me, silent.
Laura Whitney’s fiction is in Annalemma, Word Riot, Storyglossia, and other journals.