
Negative Buoyancy
The pet clinics around me don’t even have veterinarians on staff that work with fish.
The pet clinics around me don’t even have veterinarians on staff that work with fish.
I look at my feet and then at my dog’s feet, all tucked into the backpack she is patiently waiting for me to let her out of.
I should ask him his name, I thought. He somehow knows I don’t like coffee, and I don’t even know his name.
I actually might knock this out of the hands of my enemies to save them from reading it.
When I saw that room, I knew everything about Max’s mom.
When we pass the Toyota with someone eating a chicken sandwich all wrapped up in white paper, I throw up my hands.
“Is the whole Midwest eating something but us?”
I can’t stand to think about it outside of my sketchbook and my Word document.
It was friendship at first hike.
Now here I was, sweating after a kick to the face, wondering if Gina knew she kicked off of my skull instead of the wall.
Time and friction.
The woodchuck I didn’t manage to beat in year four is back, and now she has “Never Surrender” tattooed on her chest.
As your friend for almost fifteen years, I saw your ability to change someone for the better, because you changed me.
I squint into the snow. The guy’s definitely jogging now.
We dropped our bags, feeling like we should be eating roasted reindeer and toasting flagons of mead.
He has eleven documentaries basically named the same thing. Just saying.
Half-frozen with no bird or angel declaring it as special and life-changing or even still alive.
Rule number two of working with middle schoolers should be take at least two years of mandatory debate classes and maybe have a minor in Buddhist thought and practices.
I’d rub my arm and think, being first hurts.
The chair that always had yogurt cups tucked into its corners!
All sisters work to balance their feral need to be the knife in their sister’s boot and learning to let go.
I pulled my legs into a criss-cross-applesauce position to us both exploding at the sight of each other’s knee beards.
With a soundless slap, the pizza was on my windshield.
As of March 2023, seventy-two women have flown in space.
But no woman has gone on a moon mission before.
It was all crisp blue water and green cliffsides, purple oysters clinging to midnight rocks.
We arrived on a warm evening and were greeted by an orange sky, salty air, and cobbled streets.
After a year or so, he wouldn’t remember the first trip, and the third trip with the same snack samples would be just as much of a treat.
You get the lumber laid on you, you get a face wash, you end up in a yard sale—you keep playing.
I miss who murdered Mrs. McGinty. But I don’t miss my neighbor duck watching me all the way up the rest of the hill and back to my house.
Spiracles. What a ridiculous name for the very thing that keeps you alive.
One more thing to die of in a ruthless, bloody war: beautiful magenta ink on a love letter.