September 14, 2012 by The Citron Review
by Dallas Woodburn
Jolt awake. The moon is high and full—she is no longer sleeping beside you. Find her retching into the toilet bowl, porcelain gleaming a pale blue. Hand her a glass of water. “Thank you,” she says, swirling water around in her mouth. Her face is a bleached seashell, slickened with sweat. Your kiss is a prayer on her temple.
Dallas Woodburn’s short fiction, nonfiction and poetry have appeared in The Nashville Review, Monkeybicycle, and Diverse Voices Quarterly; her plays have been produced in New York and Los Angeles. Recent awards include the Ninth Glass Woman Prize, the Brian Mexicott Playwriting Award, and a nomination for The Pushcart Prize. She is an M.F.A. candidate in Fiction at Purdue University, where she teaches undergraduate writing courses and serves as Fiction Editor of Sycamore Review. www.writeonbooks.org.