“What Rides the Sea” by Jessica Stritch
I been told their words will steal my heart . . .
I been told their words will steal my heart . . .
Men is stupid creatures, you know. Anyone ask, tell them La-La say that . . .
My brother Sid was a fire starter who started early. He was twelve. He was precocious. He was an igniter atrocious. He was a pyromaniac poet laureate . . .
Jay was sure that he didn’t know a single person in the bar . . .
Marlon and Shawn spend every Saturday of their retirement fishing together out on Runaway Bay . . .
A white Prius squealed up the driveway of the Chevron station and pulled around back. Dark, syrupy blood dried to the grill . . .
I am a distinguished professor. I am a dignified person. I have a doctorate. I am important in academic circles . . .
You sit with your back against the bronze statue of Ken Kesey in the square bearing his name, a box of Voodoo Doughnuts between your feet and an aluminum baseball bat leaning against the inside of your right leg . . .