“…your hunger became less interesting. Home had been there waiting, right inside of you.”

You’ve never been a woman. You’ve been inside a woman, but you’ve never been a woman with something inside of her. You are inside of me. You marvel at the shape of my bladder.

say elevator. say sidewalk.

say water different than
your mother says it,

cradling the edges inside the bowl
of your mouth.

The dog rushed from between two large junipers flanking the road on the straightaway at the McCallisters’ place, so Denmore stomped the pedal and let the ABS take it from there.