Ever since his arrival on Molly's birthday, Kite had longed to feel the wind in his ribbons. But whenever Molly suggested taking him outside, Mummy had a reason to say no . . . "It's too ... [+]
Originally published in Atticus Review
I know we've arrived home by the pine scent, and you almost smile as we climb from the car, saying, "It smells so good here." I agree, notice how thin your face looks now, and how your jeans used to be much fuller. We've had a severe year, without pause in the trenches, and I can feel the strain in your teeth and shoulders: those shoulders your parents taught to hide from confrontation. You need three days to relax, after countless doses of forest medicine, administered one dropper at a time. At the waterfall, I have trouble parking the car and it reminds you of your other problems, all
