Short story published in Drunken Boat. |
My first husband was a man of curses. People don’t believe me when I tell them this, but it’s true. If you refuse to take my word for it, I invite you to pay Nathan a visit. He lives on an island in the middle of the South Pacific. He’ll be very glad to see you. He’ll smile at you with his overlarge teeth. He’ll serve you coconut juice and verify every word I’m about to say. But watch your step, he may also curse you.
