My phone vibrates. I have drunk three bourbons, and the moon is small. I stumble through alleys, looking for child-sized shadows. Maybe she’s behind an inflatable Santa, spinning in the light.
I buried my child under a tree. Nobody looks for her. My heart pounds with desire; my criminal heart.
Becca Yenser is a recent graduate of the MFA creative writing program at Wichita State University. They like paying attention.
Wow, this is fantastic; love it!
Very powerful
It is so good and powerful as well as being kind of emotional. Amazing!