Photo Art by Michael Dooley
After dinner, can you tell me about
the Kentucky almost-river you skipped rocks across when you were six? Or all the times you flipped a penny on the ground over to heads for the next person to find? It's good luck, you said. What did your mother grow in her garden? Red radishes. Cucumbers. Tomatoes to sprinkle sugar on. It helps with the acidity, you said. Take me to the horse park. Tell me the names you made up for the thoroughbreds. He looks like a Storm to me, you said. Do you have a birdfeeder? How often do you refill it? This is what matters to me. It's the little things, right? I want to know where you were the first time a ladybug landed on your knuckle. Do you like the smell of sunscreen? Can you taste it on my shoulder?