like a tapestry

A man was lynched today

Maple, skin, girl
I hope your insides
Tastes as sweet as the syrup I imagine.

Jeannie Vanasco’s second memoir, Things We Didn’t Talk About When I Was a Girl, focuses on a series of conversations with her former friend, Mark, fourteen years after he sexually assaulted her.

He isn’t going to answer, but I knock and swallow the sob in my throat anyway.

The police are not coming.