The Belting

‘AND we both like Minstrels’, I heard myself add. Immediately I knew it was the most tenuous link of them all. Springing to mind was the episode of Friends where Phoebe and her biological mother believe that both of them liking pizza is further concrete proof that they are indeed related. Bloody. Alice’s face was…

Svea

There’s a photo of my cousin next to her namesake, Moder Svea, a bronze statue in Berga Memorial Park in Linköping, Sweden. It bears the inscription On Guard for the Motherland. Our Svea is blond and already a little buxom for a twelve year old. Unbeknownst to her she will soon be motherless and on…

Mr. Talbot

The girl passes beneath the light, and Mr. Talbot becomes excited. Three nights in a row now, without failure, she has come at 9:00 on the dot. Three sleepless nights spent staring and wondering over her tiny frame. What is she doing out at this hour, on this patch of sidewalk? There is only a…

YOU PROMISED/STERILE/MY DAUGHTER

You Promised ‘I’ll sing for you,’ you promise, but never do. Instead I get excuses and small talk, coy and cute in my ear. ‘Sing for me,’ I say. ‘You said you would.’ You blink and I wonder how your eyelashes manage to get so dark, your lips so dry, ones that peck me goodbye…

Kissimmee

‘Do you know I’ve never jumped into a pool voluntarily?’ says the girlfriend. ‘I’ve always been pushed.’ The girlfriend is lying with her feet in her boyfriends lap. Outside, it is the middle of winter; snow slaps the window. Inside, the room is sticky with false heat. The girlfriend’s legs are long. She is sitting…