Anna Like Herself

by Kim Stoll

Of all the earth-rocks Anna could have swallowed she chose the toad. Anna throat-warted and warding off ghosts. How like Anna Anna could at times be. Nose plugged with vanillin and tobacco smoke. A door slammed so carelessly closed. Always sea dragon chose over sea horse. I prefer honesty and keeping all my toes, Anna said, poising hammer over hound skull. She sneezed three times into her cup of ice, turned three pages of her cookbook, and began to saw open her thigh.