Still Life of Boy and Skull
1. The boy found the skull sitting between his mother’s rosebushes, bottom jaw stained red with mulch. He wasn’t afraid. He wasn’t anything, really, not curious, not numb, not happy or sad. He reached for the skull, and the skull was in his hands, just like that, fingers tracing a web of spidering fractures in the bone, mosquitoes and gnats enjoying the summer as much as his cat, Lolo, sunning in a pool of gold, and as much as he was, before then, before his eyes lighted on the skull’s gaping eyeholes, dark, deep wells of something unnamable