Every Last Lie

by Mary Kubica

diaphanous

She stands at the foot of the bed in a nightgown of spring bouquets, dahlias in every shade of pink—fuchsia, salmon, cerise—her feet covered in white ankle socks.

Maisie orbits the bed in her sleep, like space junk orbiting the earth,

caterwaul

avaricious

dolor

mare’s nest

Halcion