Suburban Diatribe
by Audrey Walls
Did I say disaster? I meant orchid. In Florida, they have lizards the length of your arm. That doesn鈥檛 mean we have to move tomorrow. We could dig a hole in the backyard and bury ourselves. It would do as much good. I said rancor. The neighbors don鈥檛 blink anymore, they just stare as our windows fog up in the rain. Our single- 颅paned horrors. We can鈥檛 stay. You said listen. But the crickets aren鈥檛 calling us home. Their song is retreat retreat retreat.