THE SET-UP - randall brown


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
Tinderbox Lawn
Carol Guess