Ginger and I will be free to scour off the banshee's slimy funk, drive out all her foul echoes, and transform my body back into its former palace.
I like to imagine I have a big wardrobe full of hearts. Some days I can choose one, almost whimsically, like a brightly colored scarf. Some days it is more complicated. I pretend these hearts are hung in a neat little row on pretty hangers, and tucked into drawers with sweetly scented sachets. ...