BurrsAugust 12, 2010
Down a long driveway, she sat, legs tucked under herself, brushing burrs from her hair as if they’d been decorations.
“I just want to touch you,” he said. “It’s as if you fell from the trees. It’s as if you rolled from the bushes.”
She gave him a sidelong look, but did not speak. Branches crashed against each other somewhere. Wind shook the leaves.