Name Withheld Upon Request - Michelle Brooks

The moon, a fingernail of light tonight,

appears, and I return home late. I don’t

have anywhere else to be, and you don’t

have anywhere else to go. I unpack groceries,

stuffing the plastic bag into a drawer

with other plastic bags. “We should throw

these out,” I say. “We’re never going to use

them.” You agree, but your heart isn’t in it.

I should know. You like to keep everything.

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Michelle Brooks has published a three collections of poetry, Make Yourself Small, (Backwaters Press), Pretty in A Hard Way (Finishing Line Press), and The Pretend Life (Atmosphere Press). She has also published a novella, Dead Girl, Live Boy, (Storylandia Press). A native Texan, she has spent much of her adult life in Detroit.