Fiction

Did her principles against infidelity still apply, or did death equal divorce? She thought meeting the wife might help her decide.

Almost unwittingly, Denver bent forward. But just before making contact with his pillowy cheek, it happened.

When she swallowed, you could see, if you watched closely enough, a lump moving down her gullet and into the abyss of her impossibly beautiful body, infinitely and effortlessly more beautiful than mine.

We stood there in silence for a while. Small waves of sound lapped at the stone walls and low monuments of the church: car tires, distant sirens, subway rumble.

“If you want the boy to live, pour this around the bed. Use what’s in the pouch and chant the words on the paper.”

we are always children in some way, always easily hurt by our mothers. our bodies are expanding;

The woman asks CK if he has a bodega cat. He says no, even though there’s a cat sleeping on a bread box in back.

We float in the pool and stare at the clouds. My sister says Jack. I say Rose, like a weird game of Marco Polo.

During the Festival, we’re forbidden to eat anything except fruits.

It’s not the first time you do it, but it is the first time you get caught.

Over time, I detested how the woman jealously occupied his heart so that no other woman ever stepped into our lives or our house.

“This is a homecoming,” he’d announced to the girl who took the order, “don’t let our mouths or cups go empty.”