When the Moon Was Ours

by Anna-Marie McLemore

she knew that both he and she were creek beds, quiet when they were full and quiet when they were dry. But when they were half-full, wearing a coat of shallow water, the current bumped over the rocks and valleys in the creek beds, wearing down the earth. Giving someone else a little of who they were hurt more than giving up none or all of it.

But just because she loved you doesn’t mean you deserved what she did. Or what he did.”

She couldn’t even be mad at Leandro, a boy who did not exist except for how Miel remembered him and Aracely remembered the flinching discomfort of being him.