Three Swedish Mountain Men

by Lily Gold

Even though I keep buying more bookshelves, I can never keep up with my book-buying habit. It’s probably a diagnosable addiction at this point.

“Didn’t you listen to anything Riven said? You can’t get your stitches wet.” She glances at my shirt and sweater, crumpled on the floor. “When I’m done with this, if you give me your clothes, I’ll get the stains out.” “How do you know how to get blood out of clothes?” “I do this really odd thing, where I bleed out of my vagina for a week every month? I don’t know why, it’s weird. Now sit.”