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Just outside of Tulsa we stop for fuel and rest. My lover drops into sleep an easy peace. It is a rare gift— I wait for the same. When we wake my hand is on her soft stomach, the other behind her head entangled in her hair. The bed sheets, sticky and sweaty, wound round our legs like spider webs. Then it is another day. The sun is wild and destructive— the dashboard chaps and cracks and beneath is yellowed foam— canyons and crevices we will never explore. Next to me she...

Just outside of Tulsa we stop for fuel and rest. My lover drops into sleep an easy peace. It is a rare gift— I wait for the same. When we wake my hand is on her soft stomach, the other behind her head entangled in her hair. The bed sheets, sticky and sweaty, wound round out legs like spider webs. Then it is another day. The sun is wild and destructive— the dashboard chaps and cracks and beneath is yellowed foam— canyons and crevices we will never explore. Next to me she...

The Fire Ants I stumbled on them in the dark. They spilled from their maze of holes, bitter conversation burning at my throat. Eight million pinprick letters scatter up the ash white newsprint of my bare leg— angry words march across paper— their sole purpose to hurt me. How like them I am; How confused I am by them— their feet, infinitesimal, burdened with fire and pain. I think I would like to hear their voices, read the nuances of movement and dance— as if by lovin...

Penny was sad. She was trying to write a letter to Margarite, but she was having a very difficult time trying to say what she wanted to say. (page break) Margarite was mommy's special friend. They all lived happily together in a big yellow house on Sycamore Street with Patches, Penny's dog, and Snuggles, Margarite's bunny. (page break) When Margarite was around Penny and she did everything together. They would make cookies after school when mom was still at work. They would play with Patche...

Jaynie could tell it was going to be a bad day. She knew it even before she opened her eyes. (page break) The wind was howling outside and the tree near her window was scratching the glass. (page break)   At breakfast Jaynie and Mommy stared glumly at their bowls as Mom served up the oatmeal. The three sat around picking at their breakfast. “Hmmm,” said Mom. “You two seem as sad as a pair of drowned mice.” (page break) "I know just the thing!" she said...