Last week he was a dishwasher who his coworkers called Ricky. Today he’s a day laborer named Eddie, clearing a pair of fallen trees off a new build’s lawn and fixing up a large garden. Rotting plank ripped out, new plank inserted.
Ruth stood on the narrow iron bridge, gripping her father’s obsidian necklace, and wondered how many years it would take before the river wore them both down to nothing.
Aoba, Justin
Justin Aoba is a writer and editor based in NYC. His work appears in Barren Magazine, The Hyacinth Review, Black Stone / White Stone, and elsewhere. He is a member of Heung Coalition and an associate poetry editor at Identity Theory.