anywhere
Via gmail chat, a discussion of the 33rd psalm.
camouflage
She laughs so merrily, so uncontrollably, that you can almost forget that she's hurt.
inexorable
The hour comes. Time to put the books away.
kibble
In a bookstore cafe, against a backdrop of music and the grinding of a blender, two people argue over what makes good poetry. At a few points throughout they state the importance of taste and personal inclination, even as they dig beneath each other's feet for something else.
prognosis
A crushed dreamcatcher lies at the foot of a short flight of steps leading to a drug research and rehab clinic; the net and feathers are crumpled.
provider
Just as we think she's finished unpacking the food from the suitcase, she remembers a side pocket full of chocolatey treats.
ulnar
Streams of hot cold pain run up and down my arm, shimmering in my fingers, pooling at my elbow.
