But something is wrong with these coots. Why are they moving so strangely?

Obviously, she says, I can’t come to the hill anymore. Don’t make that face! I’m not welcome anymore.

Everybody gets old, Grandma always says. Everybody withers.

“That’s why I quit politics,” a teen says into his cellphone, juuling with his free hand.

The problem that afternoon was that when the woman seven months pregnant, in the throes of fentanyl addiction, began giving birth on the sidewalk

burn me some herbs
put on some tea (osmanthus oolong, please) and light the stove to slowly
let it steep