Ah Those Letters in the Attics or Modern Lit
by Lida Broadhurst
Come these women at some crossroads, not of boards. Flesh
sags like melting ice cream as they drag upstairs to attics.
Believing they wish to clear away ripped lampshades, clothes
rotting like buried shrouds, chairs with arms or legs snapped in
two, they refuse to remember lovers dancing in unfamiliar
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"Ah Those Letters in the Attics or Modern Lit" is roughly 225 words.
Lida Broadhurst lives in northern California with her husband and a fat orange tabby. She has had her poetry and short stories published extensively in the small press. Forthcoming work will appear in Mythic Delirium, Rogue Worlds, and Bare Bone.