Selected by Derrick Austin Aubade Where Nobody Leaves My husband’s thumb on the edgeof his lip. A tiny pool of spitdarkening his pillow, his mouth always open. He slips into deep sleepso damn easily, like a childwho hasn’t experienced fear. A bruised grapefruit from the fridgecut in half and spiked with sugar. A startleof sparrows […]
Mickie Kennedy
