Lauren Berry
A Stepmother Vows To Determine Her Origin Sometimes I wonder if you believe I should I have been swept away by the last storm. Tonight, as the town hushes down to sleep, I run hot water over white dishes and watch you through the kitchen window as you step out onto the dock. You switch the light that turns the sea so pale it’s possible to see to the bottom, through the green heaving chest of water. Was I the fresh lumber for the part of the dock 41