Three Stories

1 October 2015

I. She Asks Him “For the Third Time” to Leave the Toilet Seat Down

outside the elm trees
redden with autumn.
their tight green berries
bitter in the waning sun.

II. Her Uncle Slipped His Hand into Her Overalls — Whispered, shhh it’s a game

outside the elm trees
redden with autumn.
their tight green berries
bitter in the waning sun.

III. With His Fingertips, the Old Man Brushed Her Hair Behind Her Ear — Soon, my love.
Soon

outside the elm trees
redden with autumn.
their tight green berries
bitter in the waning sun.

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