after I had been deaf a week I woke to my sister singing in my ear ………………………..I sat up in bed and did not breathe …
Twenty-first by Amy Lauren Jones
On the picnic blanket under the oak tree my father turned to me and said: “We hope you always come back here,” where the shade …
Save Yourself by Amy Lauren Jones
From the other side of the table, a father told his daughter to “save herself.” Her head bobbed up and down in quick submission, and …
Woman by Amy Lauren Jones
Her body lies bare— open; her skin, white-washed in the milk of a thousand lovers; her veins, broken blue threads, skeins of frozen sapphires melting …