WHILE THE IPHONE WAS IN RICE by Jennifer L. Hollis • Cleaver Magazine
Waiting for a table at the diner, I won round after round of I Spy with my son. I spy with my little eye something green (the 7-11 sign across the street), something ephemeral (the time between now and when this boy will be too heavy to carry to bed), and also something getting truer (there is no silence left in this world).