meanwhile, half a year away, the boxes’ future selves—torn and misshapen/
but otherwise intact—sag against a sack truck’s rigid back

meanwhile, half a year away, the boxes’ future selves—torn and misshapen/
but otherwise intact—sag against a sack truck’s rigid back
I think that they accept me because I’m the most liable to drive around and knock over mailboxes with a baseball bat in gated communities, then tell them about it with cream cheese covering half my upper lip.
The longer he waited, the angrier he became, until he’d had enough, he told Audrey from his hospital bed. She imagined her eighty-one year old father’s fury—his fierce scowl, the way his pink cheeks turned a bright, flaming red. She knew that face too well.