caughtinthebrambles“No,” she said.
“No?” he asked.
“No.”
“But–”
“No ‘but.’” Her voice not breaking. “I won’t do it.”
“B–”
She shakes her head. She turns her back. Draws the line.
Outside, she smiles.
Inside, he smiles.
I don’t remember sitting in the very first chair I ever sat in but I’ve seen it later on: red and ornamented, long-legged, barred. Then came the kitchen bench, bottles of juice lined up neatly behind
there’s the water here’s the drop drip drop SPLASH drip drop SPLASH hit the window down the pane in rivers small and searching pushing on then: a pool see-through trembling but stretching perspectives