A Cat Pulling a Mouse Through a Crack With its Teeth A man pulling at a woman in a slant-parked car. She’s too full of blood and bile so she stays put, kicks out a leg. Nobody will eat today. There was this house: A safety pin held the boards together against a confrontational wind. […]
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My Tarantula, My Therapist by Tanja Bartel
My sleep-gauzed eyes do not at first see the tarantula on my nightstand. The only place, mother said, she could fit the aquarium. She knows my terror, but with the foster kids, it’s a crowded house. Spiders are all about vibration, so she senses my movements like no one else. When I come home from […]