An old neighbor turning brown rice and almond milk. Gathering all his efforts in deciding meals. He was the fleeing blow stuck in your nightmares for years. We kept no peace, our civilization nonnegotiable. Sometimes, though, he would pray so deeply you had to open doors.
Monique Harris has been a healer, a teacher, a military contractor, a traveler, a dancer, and a graduate MFA student of Indiana University. She has work published in Torch Literary Magazine and Wards Literary Magazine. She currently lives and works in Raleigh, NC. Her work can be found at monique-harris.com.
