need to buy butter. Real butter.
Not margarine.” I bring her back the butter,
but it’s unsalted. She says, “I need salted.”
I sit with her watching the news. She cries
during Dancing with the Stars. The pattern
on her dinner plate is from The Pioneer Woman
set. I take it from her manicured fingers.
Her drapes hide our figures from the darkness
outside. Candy Crush chimes on her
Kindle. She smiles. Her body shifts
below her throw. She covers me. I close my eyes.
I dream she leaves every window open. Scents
bristle space. Outside, the dirt is purple.
She laughs from somewhere behind a wall. I hear
thumping; soft, rhythmic motions. She steps inside of me.
Letitia Six is a native of Appalachia and began writing when she was nine-years-old. While she has obtained her education as a single mother, her work has been inspired by the ideological institutions that have haunted her sex throughout history. She currently holds a BA in English, a MA in English, and a MA in journalism and mass communication. She is a member of AWP. Her work has been published in the Anthology of Appalachian Writers, Vol V, the literary magazines, Et Cetera and Whetstone, and her campuses newspapers.