Garden Party of a Thousand Yesses at Pretty Owl Poetry

“She imagined him as a river swollen with rain, every rock a wonder. She imagined him eating frog legs by the light of fireflies, scraps of dull skin caught between his teeth. She wanted to catpaw behind him, all silent ripple and vegetal hush, and give him a concussion. She wanted to extract him like a golden tooth from a dead man’s jaw and keep him hidden in the deep pocket of her thrift store dress…”

Read it here (pg. 32):

Issue 5

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