The tailor is leaning over me, peering at the dimensions of my head, going so far as to feel my skull with his plastic-man hands. He makes guttural cawing sounds as he begins lifting my varied limbs, pulling at them, checking their mobility and lengths. Then he rechecks my air-tight body diaper for leaks; pores […]
Fiction 79
Lindsay Anderberg: Coco
When I woke up I knew I was pregnant with Coco. It was raining and my window was open. While I was sleeping, droplets of water had pushed through the screen holes and ricocheted off of the windowsill’s chipping, white paint in unlikely trajectories. The drops landed in an uneven spray across the blanket covering […]