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Gator man.My ankles were swollen with venom,
the first time this year,
plagued for hours by ants and mosquitoes
stirred up by the rain.
The rain does not freshen the smell of
rotting gator skulls,
or the mingling of wet dog and muddy diaper
from my ansty kids.
The blooming weeds do not distract us with
bouquets of perfume.
Heady, I once read in a column about spring.
Drunk on heady flowers.
Heady is how I feel just before
a migraine is birthed
immediately behind my left eye and
the base of my skull.
There are no migraines today because
the sunshine is gone
and the only reason for squinting
is the steady rain.
My shoes are soaked from the grass and puddles
in the gator pits.
There were thousands thousands before the storm,
and now there are none.
None but the rotting skulls on the plywood table
loosening their teeth.
The alligator man tells us to come back next week
to help pull them out.
Back through the rain is the gator man’s house.
The kids are screaming.
They go into the van, buckled o
Flowerhead and the fairy.“Oh, can I hold her?” the fairy cooed. The mother was torn between her reluctance to offer up her child to one of the fair folk and fear of the consequences of refusal.
“You can’t keep her,” I told the fairy as the baby passed arms. The mother tried to smile and imply she wasn’t worried. Celia scowled at me. “You can’t keep her,” I repeated. “She won’t keep her,” I said to the mother, who did not look comforted.
The baby was thin and wrinkled with empty skin that would plump up as she ate and grew. She had thick dark hair and dark eyes and looked mostly like a baby mouse, all pink and hairless and wrinkled. Celia cooed at her, and the baby squeaked.
“What’s her name?” the mother asked the fairy, which was a sneaky way to get a blessing for the child. The fairy pushed her eyebrows together as the baby yawned and squirmed. Then the two met eyes, a look of concentration and communication. The baby ma
Mother in Spring.Mother always loved spring time best.
She loved the warming of the earth, bare arms and bare feet, and new life. She liked to stretch her arms above her head and shake off the winter and get dirt under her fingernails.
Mother loved growth. She kept a house full of plants even though her thumb wasn’t green, and she learned as she went. Some made it, and some didn’t. She didn’t mourn the lost (usually) and tried her best to enjoy the journey.
I remember the sight of her back, her backside, sprinting through summer downpours to rescue her half-drowned anthurium from under the azaleas. She squealed like a schoolgirl while her bare feet slapped at paving stones and puddles, twigs catching in her disheveled hair as she scooped up the anthurium like a frightened child and sprinted back to the house. She’d roll up her pants legs and wring out her hair and laugh, laugh, laugh. She always laughed when it rained.
Winters were hardest for mother, because she couldn
Into the dark.We didn't expect the light to go out.
I mean, it'd burned so long. You know? Sometimes when a thing is around a long time, you forget that there could be a day when it's gone. It's always around.
So when the light went out, it took us quite a while to figure out what was actually missing.
"Is there an eclipse?"
"Be serious... maybe there's a cloud over the sun."
"Maybe a bulb blew out in the kitchen?"
We were three rooms down from the kitchen. It was that subtle.
Until it wasn't.
"Wait a second... was that...?"
"Yeah. I think so..."
"But... really? Like, really?"
And that was that. We were alone with ourselves for the first time ever.
"How long have we known each other?"
"Long time, Pek. Since the '90s." She was my favorite version of herself, after the tattoo but before the trauma. Her hair was dark and down, same as mine. But hers was better; she was always the best version of us both.
"And how long has... has..."
She couldn't bring h
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