Tori Malcangio

The first woman Mom brought home was a server from Thai Fantastic.That night, the curtained strip-mall restaurant was cleared out, andwe had our pick of the seven Formica tables. We’d arrived long pasta normal dinner hour, but it didn’t matter when Mom got hungry.Our happiness in those days was hitched to her eating, and cravingstypically …

Maybe a skylight above this hospital bed? I could watch the moonrise and wish I did more of that sort of passive reckoning with the three kids, arriving mutually at our sacred nothingness. We’re always going, one thing to the next, mincing hours into minutes, minutes into seconds; if I sketched the effect, it’d be …