My Throat an Open Grave

by Tori Bovalino

For the girls who can never quite be good enough.

I think—terribly, irrepressibly—he’s enjoying this.

Man, I love Susannah (opera joke)

On the other side, in the middle of the wood, nestled into a thick patch of ivy and bramble, Tristan leans against a piano. A piano.

She's in her Evermore era.

He’s reading a tattered paperback of Good Omens—I wonder how he got it.

Ah, a man of culture

Good girls don’t want.