Laura Brun
THE PRETTIEST ONES one time outside in the spring, bbq over, hands mopped of butter, bbq, he read me the song of solomon because he knew i liked pretty words and these were the prettiest ones he’d ever read, teeth like sheep, he said, what beauty, his blue eyes always too close to mine, expecting some affection i never could act out. as soon as he was saying them, i wanted them sucked back in,