March 19, 2018

“I took the parsley each day, in many ways, until my tongue and teeth were green, until a vague parsley smell came from my pores. The parsley sprouted around the side of the house where I did not like to go. I did not trust what might be out there in the grass. And so father went out of the house while I waited with crossed fingers. He returned with fistfuls of parsley, root ends still attached, dirt clods falling onto the floor…”

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