By Wendy BooydeGraaff

I didn’t want to spend my life with you. I pretended.

You took Family Dollar seriously, shopping the aisles for red plastic slotted spoons, red dish towels, two red porcelain coffee cups.

I found red paper napkins, red juice for the fridge, red candy hearts.

Didn’t you notice the theme?

Wendy BooydeGraaff‘s fiction and poems have been included in NOON, South Broadway Ghost Society, Rise Up Review, South Florida Poetry Journal, and elsewhere, and are forthcoming in Bacopa Literary Review, the AmphibianPorter House Review, and Capsule Stories.