“B for Pack Rat”
Bottle caps, buttons, butterflies, baseballs, basketballs, birds; everything has a place, a purpose, a reason, a significance, in my life, in your life, in every place, in a building, back porch, basement, bathroom, bakery…
There’s pressure in your chest as you watch her plunge toward the water’s surface, and when she
floats up you wish you never played Truth or Dare.
The desk is littered with papers upon papers stained with wet spots—coffee stains—on the light blue carpet beneath the tipped over rolling chair, and the gun case is unlocked.