Somer B’s Reviews > Bitter Water Opera > Status Update

i retrieved sourdough bread from the wagon and took large pulling bites. i resisted throwing the nubby loaf at their windshield

“i found her moving slowly through the backyard like a heron, collecting branches from the storm. she was wearing shiny blue underwear, and looked much younger than I, even though she died when she was ninety-two years old”

falling in love with swan lake, the dancers move as if tidal waves and other disasters are inside them

a brain pickled in griefly vinegar, a demented life molded by the slow glow of cowardice, like a hot molten orb of glass, arguing with a Botox-injected blond man over buttered crab

curtsying before lunch, too nervous for noodles

all of nature humming in the key of E, telling major life events to the bees

strawberry-flavored melatonin and a droning voice narrating a baseball game