The school got sick to death of us bullying each other, so they took the doors off the girls’ bathroom stalls.
The farm sleeps on.
And in a corner of the canvas the sky begins to lift its blue eyelid.
Instead of heading to the beach, I told my husband we had to stop and search for my good luck charm, a black rubber cat named Bendy Five Percent. I had mistakenly left the replica of my first pet when I emptied my car for trade.