Such Sharp Teeth

by Rachel Harrison

I feel like if I say anything bad about my pregnancy, suddenly I’m Casey Anthony.” “That’s crazy,” I say. “You’re way prettier.”

Local news and sitting in the shower. I feel like I’m playing depression bingo.

I’ve wanted her to leave ever since she got here, but now that she’s leaving, I want her to stay. I don’t understand it. Our relationship is a hydra. It has too many heads.

“Right,” he says. “Are you comparing your mother to Charles Manson?” “No, I would never,” I say. “Her vibe is way more Heaven’s Gate.”

It’s a reluctant apology. It tastes like sulfur.

Maybe we don’t ever really see each other, just a confused reflection.

wait, pacing around, turning the packet of wolfsbane over in my hands. I kind of do want to eat it, just to spite that guy.

I forgot. I’m so used to being reminded how ugly a place the world can be, I forgot it could be beautiful, too.