SHORT SCENE IN WHICH MY GRANDMA AND I UNDERSTAND EVERY WORD WE SAY TO EACH OTHER

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We’re sitting on a bench overlooking the Volunteer Park Reservoir. There is a gay cruising site behind us, allergens galore, and kids being kids (meaning joy is not a threat today). I hear her suck her teeth and the holes in her jawline collect air. We feel spoken for between the two of us. We choose no words.



Brian Dang