Matthew J. Moffett
Someone to Talk With
The bar closes and Bekkie Sucher finds herself a man, but he’s fallen to pieces—torso in a dumpster, one leg over by that drain pipe, etc. She gathers him up, limb by limb, and carries him home in a trash bag, then sits up all night sewing him back together. Needle and thread through flesh, over and over. Come morning, she props him up at the table, asks him how it was. He doesn’t respond, though. None of them ever do.
someone to talk with if only for ephemera
About the Author
Matthew Moffett teaches writing and literature at a community college in rural Michigan. He likes to write at the boundary between characters’ inner experiences and outward reality. Recent work has also appeared in Modern Haiku, Frogpond, and bones.