Rising vs. Nadia by Cadence Mandybura
When she isn’t careful, Nadia’s feet unhinge from the ground.
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I no longer harangue every desk nurse at every hospital for a taxonomic breakdown of her bills. I don’t ask for the numbers of the Benadryl, the water cups, the abdominal touches done with gloved hands. I am the most American I’ve ever been—she costs what she costs and I eat it.
When she isn’t careful, Nadia’s feet unhinge from the ground.
And who’d bother with the sheep anyway? All yellowed teeth and daggy-arsed, worn out from too much living.
You will tie your apron like you tie your hair. And the boys will dogfight for their father’s attention.
You order the coffee that lies mud-dead on your tongue and the couple at the other end of the counter seem to be screaming their twoness at you.
For once she’s slept soundly, a full night in her own bed without being punched or meowed awake by Fluffy whose reign of terror typically began well before the sun came up.