“No, I don’t feel that he’s with me,” I say although I’m winning at cards and a warm breeze blows the hair from my face. Though the cat who likes no one sleeps in my lap and mosquitoes reject my blood tonight. I play the winking Jack of Spades and take the trick. The chair […]
Kristy Nielsen
Kristy Nielsen: Waiting to Be Rescued
In the suburbs a man kills another snake, chopping it with a hoe in front of the neighbors. I bend over in the field nearby in the long grass, open, crawling toward something to finger my senses awake. In the suburbs sun shines. Snakes return, men take up shovels and gleaming hoes. If my father […]