Читать книгу The Spoons in the Grass Are There to Dig a Moat - Amelia Martens - Страница 12
ОглавлениеOur daughter steps on roly-polies. She lifts black bodies from the sidewalk, and drops them into her green plastic bucket. How old are my hands? How old is our house? She says she wants to see what will happen. Why does grass bleed on my feet? Does it scream? She carries her bucket with two hands, bends the red garden gate, and steps stone to stone, toward dill and oregano. Their bodies are good for the vegetables. We watch from the far side of the parabola; it’s not all downhill from here, but it looks that way. Before dinner, we find her in the bathroom as she unloads more bodies from her pocket into the drain. Who did Anne Frank get to be next?
