By Elva Maxine Beach
unveiled the subconscious of a nation, and of my husband, who is now becoming my becoming wife, whose new wig arrived in the mail today along with the weekly pill organizer she needs to keep track of the hormones she takes to transform herself, while I sit back and witness my spouse’s delight in her new life; I am depleted of the natural hormones that once kept my skin tight and young, my own life a post-menopausal prisoner of The Great Pause.
Elva Maxine Beach spends her days teaching writing, her evenings watching stars and Star Trek with her lovely wasband-wife, her dreams flying with hawks over skyscrapers and oceans, and sometimes she makes time to write and occasionally publish her short stories, poems, and essays.
Mosaic by Mort Hill.
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