I Came Home From Work to Find Six of My Husband’s Relatives Waiting for Dinner

the kind of smell that asks nothing from you and gives you something anyway.

I sat there and was not in a hurry.

The apartment would be there when I got back. Amber-lit and quiet and mine. Nobody would be in it that I had not invited. The cabinet hinge was fixed. The dish rack was where I kept it. The painting was at the height I had chosen. And the continue reading …