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“Look! Look! Feathers”

Mike Young


We found the baby in the medicine cabinet. Kid smelled like hickory and something else. Deodrant? I creaked the cabinet’s joints and witnessed a three inch baby yawn and grump and paw the air with an experimental baby fist. Then I shut the cabinet and bit my knuckles. “Jesus fuck,” I said, and my wife, Johnnie Mae, said “Do what?” She was standing in the bathtub with a screwdriver, cleaning the showerhead of pebbles and silt. Her jeans were rolled up to her ankles. She wore a sports bra. I pointed at the cabinet. She gouged the showerhead. “What’d you do to the cabinet?”

We read it in Look! Look! Feathers.

Originally published in Washington Square Review: Issue 26.