Rebecca Dinerstein
Rebecca Dinerstein
Recent Stories
Dinerstein and Jacks: The writing life in three parts of the world
Dinerstein and Jacks: The writing life in three parts of the world
Dinerstein: "Sunday"
Poetry
Potential
Kate tells him that she wants a beer to bear her name so she might meet the lips of a thousand young men. Lev is still tasting the residue of his new, citrus-flavored toothpaste. This stuff must leave more decay than my cereal, he replies, and looks at her sweetly. Hi baby, she says; Hi baby, he says and moves closer. Lev steals her nose with a pinch of two fingers. This is Saturday.
Poem - Cursory
The crease below the palm is red from your wax sheet: the shape of a dragon, turned down to me—