I was having visions before the cheap pasta settled in.

LISTENING TO DINNER BY JADE BROWN

34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 80

I never knew how cruel his face could look. Cheeks red with venom, and hazel eyes that made ponds quiver. I bet he was seaweed at some point. Dried up and sold at health food markets, or places that mirror him. I already had tears tipsy…