Two Fictions
Meg Pokrass

What It's Been

"Perform, bitch," she said. "That's my life, what it's been."
She stood up, then sat back down. I put my feet in her lap, and let her touch my toes. In many ways, this felt as ordinary as anything else.


"Don't let them talk about Christmas," I said when mom buckled in the living room after the service. Cousins sat around like petals, and I knew it was time to buy some glow-in-the-dark spray.