by Christopher DeWAN

You were chang­ing a wag­on wheel. I was wear­ing a hat. You smiled.

At the barn rais­ing, you bor­rowed my ham­mer and took my heart.

I was the girl read­ing the Bible at the com­mu­ni­ty cen­ter. I cut our con­ver­sa­tion short out of shy­ness. I’d love to dis­cuss the book some more.

Your cow had pro­lapsed and re­tained her af­ter­birth. I ex­pelled the pla­cen­ta. Let’s sched­ule a follow-up.

Do you still think of our rum­springa, like I do?

Filed under Non-Fiction on April 4th, 2014

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