ISSN: 1941-4137 |
Volume Three Issue One |
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Oleander She stares out the car window. How the dirt between rows of orange trees sprint like legs alongside us. We are the many glasses of wine we drank: Shiraz, Sauvignon blanc. Air inside the car warms the blushed tips of her ears. She is short of breath, she knows better than to have eaten a handful of pistachios. She ignores her body, my hand sometimes reaching through silence, stopping short of the cushion between us. I stand in the orchards, listen to the sound oranges make when they let go, their skin torn open from the fall. |