“How to Build a Shed”
By Robin Meister
Build the floor and call it quits. After winter, discover the lawnmower won’t start. Notice your teenage son’s bike has rusted. Watch him paint it black to match his mood.
When your wife says, “Build the damn walls,” paint them yellow.
Lose your son to silence. Keep the ceiling beams loose and put a window in the roof. Later, when he’s on his back with rope burns around his neck, hear him say, “Shit. The stars are amazing.”
I have to sit down to say this. Once a man offered me his heart and I said no. Not because I didn’t love him. Not because he was a beast or white—I couldn’t love him. Do you understand? In bed while we slept, our bodies inches apart, the dark between our flesh a wick. It was burning down. And he couldn’t feel it.
A mama tiger lost all of her cubs when they were born prematurely. She began to show signs of unhealth despite suffering no physical ailments. Attributing her illness to depression over the loss of her litter, veterinarians sought and found a solution.