My father wants to make a living shooting stingrays with a bow and arrow. He watches Youtube videos and does calisthenics in the back yard. He flies all around, especially his fingers. When he returns, he will have lines of dried salt on his arms and chest. My mother will sauté the skate and I will sell the buttery chunks at my roadside stand. It will be called “ghosts for sale.”
Kate Rosenberg is a writer happily marooned in the wilds of central Pennsylvania. She puts her Ph.D. from the University of Utah to good use while making stuff out of pipe cleaners, glue sticks, and glitter.