Epiphyte What use is a child? Some of them are soft all over. Was yours? Did he leap? Lick dirt? Was he a likeable kangaroo? What toy did he choose for heaven? His mother’s fluttering wheel? What venue did he choose? Galapagos? His left head turning right as it ran out of air— was of use? And his doom? It gave pleasure? Like a zoo? 78| PHOEBE 48.2
Fiction, poetry, creative nonfiction, and art selected for our 2019 contest issue.