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Two Pieces
“Make me a promise,” she said to him when they were lying in bed, although it was not night, and he said, “What promise?” and she said, “You shouldn’t have to ask.”
I Am in a Room Alone
with the only music of the morning traffic, those who must rise to drive to labor, and a window often curtained and closed, and in winter, the radiator hissing, the kind from another century, the kind you must be careful or it will burn you.
Lunar Logic
There is a prequel and a sequel, then the cataclysm returns to its chrysalis, an odorless and colorless but very viscous liquid. It's been nanoseconds since my last deathbed confession.
Excerpt from Salt Bones
An excerpt from Salt Bones by Jennifer Givhan (Mulholland/Little Brown, July 2025)

