Abstract
It’s after midnight, and we’re cold. I’m without a mask—but the streets are well-emptied; only other gelid monsters roam, and they take no notice of us. I walk her to the house. Outside its front door, I say, pointing upward, this is the house, and I know it makes her happy to see it finally after high-stepping so far in the ice-crusted snow. She smiles with relief, and when she looks beyond me to the numbers on the door, she reads them aloud: one-oh-one Yeye Street, oh, I like it...
Cover Page Footnote
"Caulifloret" was originally published at Booth.
Recommended Citation
DeYoung, Jason
(2014)
"Caulifloret,"
Booth: Vol. 6
:
Iss.
10
, Article 4.
Retrieved from:
https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/booth/vol6/iss10/4
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