Flaw Salad

I wonder what would have happened if we’d run away—to Mexico, like we always talked about. Would your hands still have a home on my long, long thighs as I move over you, so comfortable, so sure? Or would we have eaten each other anyway, like that symbol, that circle of two snakes? I could — read more

It’s a fact, you said. It’s how the world works, you said. You told me in numbers and figures how magic doesn’t exist, and of course, one cannot argue with fact. I felt lonely for you then. It must be hard to travel the world without friends in the trees, without ghosts on your skin, — read more

Water poured from an immaculate faucet as Jodi stood frozen before her bathroom mirror. Her hands, holding toothbrush and paste, rested beside the porcelain sink as she leaned toward her reflection. She pored over every feature of an irretrievably-aging face. Time had furrowed into the corners of her eyes and around the edges of her — read more

Today, as every day, began with a lecture. Usually silent, sometimes aloud, she spent the dawning minutes of each day—long past nature’s dawn, a source of much censure—chiding herself on the habitual failures she would not, on this new day, repeat. Today’s scolding came from her right hand, which traveled down her torso and squeezed — read more