THE SET-UP
randall brown
Like quicksand, she said of our marriage. Around us merriment, an aperitif, teriyaki martinis, the hibachi chef emasculating shrimp and flipping them plate to plate. No one move, I said, or else we'll sink. Everyone stopped, the shrimp frozen in mid-air. I need to breathe, she said. Not even that.
Randall Brown
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Tinderbox Lawn
Carol Guess