We Are All the Same in the Dark

by Julia Heaberlin

Texas is a beautiful poison you drink from your mother’s breast; the older you get and the farther you run, the more it pounds in your blood.

There is the old, familiar feeling of the two of us being everything in nothing. Guilt and sex and adrenaline are humming. A hundred bees want out from under my skin.

Wyatt has always been a man of few words, unless he is making something up. He told me once that the lies are in the adverbs.