Afterward, at the old kitchen table with its wood scratched by her sons playing on endless rainy evenings, they looked at each other in hushed tones across unfrosted chocolate cake placed square on plain white plates, tried to figure out if they were in love, tried to decide if it made a difference as long as they were caring and kind, agreed that they would sleep on it.
-- Lennart Lundh is a poet, short-fictionist, historian, and photographer. His work, including more than a dozen collections and chapbooks, has appeared internationally since 1965.