When Rabbit Howls

knowledge far beyond a child’s third-grade years, had struck

hedgerow leading back to the orchards, the trembling wasn’t just in

The Three Faces of Eve

tearing at his briefcase. Reflected in the glass doors as he strode

the feel of it, dark and crumbling between my bare toes

The Minds of Billy Milligan.

tan raincoat, tried to creep past the two of them with her head

Sybil,