Lotus
It doesn’t matter how old the wound is; the mere mention of him makes my mood shift. “Let the past be the past,” they claim. I am. “What’s your problem?” I have none.
It doesn’t matter how old the wound is; the mere mention of him makes my mood shift. “Let the past be the past,” they claim. I am. “What’s your problem?” I have none.
I write this to remember, David. I need something more fluid than a photograph, something that comprehends more of you…”
I relax my hands and remember that, when we work together, we know what to do. They guide me to the right place without fail, and slip in easily with a sigh.
It is a sweltering night the first time I am unfaithful. One of those late July nights where the city clings to you. Hollywood is on fire.
“Alison, Daddy died today,” spoke my mom. She had positioned me on a wicker-backed bar stool in the center of my kitchen…
– Creative Non-Fiction by A’nah Nymas – April 5, 2018 –
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Three Hots and a Cot is a creative non-fiction piece by Elizabeth Christie that describes her childhood in a “Christ-adjacent” Catholic family.