The 2River View | 21.1 (Fall 2016) |
Vincent Poturica For lunch, my wife Afterwards, I brush my to make her laugh. about Travis. I google a daughter. I read Lance from J Church. learn he’s also dead. in the shade Bare Necessities The world is on fire, as always, with God and all the spiders, who is burrowing inside her. in the backyard with shovels I am happy for them, hiding I don’t know why, but I am dead. We are sitting on the pier matches. She tells me secrets. This question hollows out and all the other strangers taking turns sipping from the gossip about my petty fears: The little one needs milk and diapers. Vincent Poturica lives with his wife in Long Beach, California, where he teaches at local community colleges. His writing appears or is forthcoming in DIAGRAM; Forklift, Ohio; New England Review; and Western Humanities Review. contact
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