What to expect when it's over
Shelly Rae Rich

I hung sheets out to dry and lay underneath the clothesline. Ants, mutant cells, hurried and red, covered my arms, and with frenzy I smashed them even though it made the stings hurt more. Nothing you can do once it starts, so I pulled the linens down to smother the evidence. Aroma of peonies from the window box while I asked my dad questions the rest of the afternoon.

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