In lieu of an abstract, here is a brief excerpt of the content:

Foundling Grandmothers, help me. I have broken all their rules. No prison bench, just this concrete curb outside their house on Christmas Eve. Cold pulses its way up through my jeans. I’ve snuck out the old book— art deco gazelles engraved on the cover, black corners fix photos to brown pages in between. Show me signs of defiance— she with dark stockings rolled down to her ankles, you with the skirt bunched up to your thighs, toes curled over rocks where  Dumesnil PGS:Layout 1 4/28/09 12:32 PM Page 43 you shouldn’t be swimming. Everyone’s lips held shut. Or, Halloween : Bridget costumed as a ghost, immune, poison ivy draped around her sleeves to keep demons away. Who among you will claim me? From which of you did this orange spark leap?  Dumesnil PGS:Layout 1 4/28/09 12:32 PM Page 44 ...

Share