Salvage the Bones

by Jesmyn Ward

In every one of the Greeks’ mythology tales, there is this: a man chasing a woman, or a woman chasing a man. There is never a meeting in the middle. There is only a body in a ditch, and one person walking toward or away from it.

The terrible truth of what I am flares like a dry fall fire in my stomach, eating all the fallen pine needles.