Child upon child goes, and someone’s mother is no longer that.
Today I and the unhooded bird
that sits on my head
are looking in different directions,
On some days, the news informs me of a school shooting, and I drive blind. My brain fixates on the violence like a new romance.
Why I Chose It: Michigan Quarterly Review Fiction Reader Elinam Agbo introduces Hossein Mortezaeian Abkenar’s story “Second Slice of Darkness,” from our Spring 2019 Issue: Iran. So often, we want stories to immediately declare their secrets. We are as impatient in reading as we are