Play Nice

by Rachel Harrison

Someday Leda will discover Xanax, and her quality of life will improve drastically. Until then, she needs to wear a night guard so she doesn’t grind her teeth to powder.

There’s a lull, a moment of silence. Space for me to start a fire in.

“I can leave anytime I want. I don’t live here. If you want to play with me, you have to play nice.”