#2
Another night—one is never through enough with one's meal—he called me “sisterfamilias,” then placed a disaffiliating hand over mine.
#10
My father? His gumption went into penciled reckonings of his pension. He went otherwise unexpressed. From him I got my likeliness to tally and retire.
#12
“You bought all my papers,” she got said in a voice that was straining its way upward again from the big, killing, pubertal drop.
#15
She was a worthy opponent of herself. Gray fillings discriminable in the thin teeth during a rare, airy yawn. A depleted comeliness to her face.
#18
But this man, perish the thought, was nobody of mine, though my fingers steal, stole, forever downward everywhere regardless.
#20
They come out of the water, new hair staining their shins. To get them into the house, I tell them I can give birth.