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.