There’s a muscle snaking upwards from my ankle that aches.
A thin line of charcoal cleaves eye and cheek, like a scythe.
Upon examining the boy’s heart, the doctor would say only that its surface was unremarkable.
The only story strong enough to tourniquet the artery: I miss the ocean.
A.E. CLARK received her BA from Beloit College and her MFA in Creative Writing from the University of Nevada, Las Vegas. She is the author of the chapbook ADDRESSES HOME (Finishing Line Press, 2015). Other recent work has appeared or is forthcoming in Mid-American Review, Rust + Moth, and Menacing Hedge. She lives in Las Vegas, where she works as an antiquarian bookseller. www.aeclarkwriter.com.